It was by the silver-lit sea where whispers danced upon the waves that I first felt your haunting touch. Ghostly and tender, echoing between the horizons’ edges like an unsung melody yearning for its stage, your presence murmured familiar paths obscured by time’s embrace.
And so, the enchantment of untraveled currents embarks my heart to clandestine shores where stories rest upon phantom footsteps. Each grain of sand, a memory unwritten, each tide lapping gently, a sigh held longingly in space.
Find solace among the veils of dreams we never dared to weave. Follow the soft whispers of dreams untold, let their voice guide your wandering soul to repose, where our hearts, though parted by reality’s veil, seek refuge in those hidden abodes of endless yearning – the secret paths only your heart knows.