As the midnight chimes echo backward, the truth unveils itself, not in hastened words, but in the gentle tugging of a heart string.
Like the forgotten notes of a serenade once sung under starlit skies, they unravel mysteries wrapped in a lover's sigh.
The petals of time fold back, revealing their essence. In the garden of reversed melodies, love's past dances playfully, teasingly.
Discover the steps of shadowsEach drop of moonlight spins a tale, layering the canvas of night with hues only twilight remembers.
Walk the corridors of secrets