Like the quiet breath of twilight, she caressed my soul with silken fingers, weaving dreams spun from stardust. Each whisper, a call to realms both forgotten and yet-to-comprise, where our truths shimmer under veils of deepening night.
A fleeting glance, a brush of lips. Somewhere, a river of moonlight cradles the lost epiphanies of lovers long departed. Shadows dance in our wake, drawing secrets from the night’s embrace.
Stars sing softly, fragments of celestial lullabies. The universe weaves a tapestry of moments stolen from time itself, each thread a binding promise of eternity.