In dim lit hallways where shadows stretch their arms, I found the whisper of your name. It's a touch of something pure, lost but familiar — echoing in the chambers of time.
Silken threads of destiny weave us together, boundless, yet I loiter in the now... Here, the past unfolds like the petals of a mute rose under starlit dismay. Can you feel it, too? The warmth that blurs lines between "once" and "again"?
Falling softly amidst the ether's embrace, I breathe in the fragments of time. Where do I start, if not the meeting, that taste so near, that gaze so foreign yet...constant?
Bound by invisible tendrils yet dancing, waltzing in this glorious chimera of life.
"What is the color of eternity?" I've often wondered, gazing across perpetual sighs spoken out of turn.