In the labyrinth of lavender fields, where the air kissed by twilight, words cascaded backwards, dancing to the rhythm of unwritten histories.
You stood there, your silhouette a silhouette of stardust, as gradients of moonlight threaded through the tapestry of time, binding our thoughts as if they were fossils in amber.
Every syllable you uttered reversed into sweet enigmas, these echoes traversing the streams of our hearts, colliding gently upon undrawn maps of desires.