In a field of forgotten whispers, each step dances around the edges of dreams, longing yet unresolved. The sky, hushed as it retreats into pastel echoes, cradles fragments of tangled thoughts like orphaned stars.
Love is a smattering of pieces; they fall like confetti in a tumultuous celebration, waiting to coil into clarity. Each balloon floats with gravity untethered, its tether an invisible anguish pulling it back, seeking lost words on the wind.
A mural painted with half-formed promises, minced romantic gestures echoing across the terrains of history; can two missing pieces finally unveil a symphony within silence?
Oh, balloon heart - invite the dusk with dusky tresses to comb at your strings, encapsulated warmth brushing past fingertips that never met.