The swirling caress of the nebula brings me closer to you, with every ethereal glimmer in the twilight whispering your name, a name lost in the soft murmur of a dreamscape unheard. Your laughter is the stardust sprinkled upon this boundless sky.
Across the darkened tides, where the silence meets the longing of distant moons, your touch glides like a phantom light over the ocean of time—never held, forever present within the deepest resonance of our whispered secrets carried on twilight’s embrace.
Let these phantom lights guide your way to the unreal, where kisses flicker like distant novas waiting to ignite the sky with pure romance and passion unheard in waking life. Embrace these borrowed twilight moments, for each holds a universe of silent confessions.
Crimson Echo