Somewhere between dusk and dawn, the echoes of distant laughter pirouetted under the half-lit street lamps. Stars barely visible, the sky donned a gentle cloak of indigo — a stage for secret dreams.
His words danced a fragile waltz, brushed by her silken thoughts, the wisps between their breaths forming an invisible bond, a sonnet unbeknownst to the world.
Whispers found sanctuary within the folds of twilight, a mortal romance set to the rhythm of silent jazz notes.
In the half-light, shadows curate celestial encounters...