Dance with me, under the twilight's gaze, where shadows play hide and seek with the breeze. Here, amid the murmurs of an ancient sea embraced by the silver strands of moonlight, I hear the echo of your laughter — or is it only the wind wearing your smile?
A candle flickers in the distance, its flame a timid lover's kiss upon the edge of despair. The stars above are notes in a symphony of longing, hidden under the veil of autumn's whispering serenade. Do you remember the garden at the edge of our dreams, where every petal held a promise and every shadow, a secret?
They say there's a place, beyond reason, where heartbeats weave tapestries of dreams unfurled. Would you find me there, weaving stories with the lost echoes of our whispered desires? Or perhaps we'd simply sit, like two marionettes cut loose, as the world around us drifts into an absurd ballet.