On an evening where whispers of lavender cloaked the sky, I stumbled upon your echo, it was a fractured sonata penned by starlit hand, a melody of wistful sighs and passionate longings. The universe, in its orchestrated silence, bore witness to the unspoken words that dyed the air in hues of forgotten promise.
Each note, a drop of crimson dew that fell upon barren hearts, building a river of longing as poetic as it was absurd. Silent tears, mirrored in the twilight dance of our shadows, spoke loud truths about the silent wilderness of love.
Conducting the Silence
Return to Dreams
Echo of the Starlit Hand