The heart sings softly of celestial contrivances, where shadows tread lightly, weaving golden tales untouched by the visions of time.
In this gossamer realm, the elusive murmurs curl like smoke, bending around the pillars of forgotten dreams, tangled intricately in the veils of twilight.
Swaying, the waves of past thoughts ebb under the twilight cloak, serenading the stars with an ephemeral lullaby, rustling like the pages of untold stories.
Thus, we dance within the luminous echoes, catching breath under the dew-laden branches that cradle the weight of existence, amidst spirals of silence borne by the wind.