Silhouettes of the Heart

A shadow danced upon the wall, a whisper of untold tales.

Frame 1: A lone figure at dusk, silhouetted against a fading sun. The longing gaze captured, yet words remain unspoken.

Frame 2: Two silhouettes entwined, their forms merging in the twilight, as if to defy the dawn's inevitable arrival.

Frame 3: The scene shifts to a lone candle flickering in the night. Its light reveals a letter, inked with emotions too bold for the spoken word.

Frame 4: A rainy street, reflections dancing like spirits. A single silhouette, umbrella in hand, waiting at the crossroads of fate.

And so the shadows spoke, with a language of their own, a narrative written in the silhouettes of silent hearts.

Whispers of the Past Obsidian Dreams