Late evenings glow with the embers of dreams unfathomable, whispers trailing like tendrils of smoke. An unanswered quest lies etched in the heart's forgotten alcove, a map drawn with starlight and longing. Each step a silent echo of your name, each pause a breath held for the impossible sighs unspoken.
In shadowed nooks of time, the ink bleeds into flourishes, doodles of your face on the margins of memory, a tender reverie captured in swirls and arcs. The parchment, a canvas of yearning where every line murmurs secrets meant for no eyes but the wistful stars that watch from above.
Where do the heart's whispers wander when wrapped in shadow and silence? Where do they find solace among the stars or beneath the sea's embrace? In the quest of unanswered love, every star is a question, every wave a forgotten touch.
Follow the ephemeral sighs... Chart the paths to silence...