In the mist-kissed hall of mirrors, where the brutal winds of forgotten tomorrows graze tenderly, a whisper lingers — a silent echo of an untold sonnet, wrapped in shadows.
Once the world's edges were caressed by our dreams, now merely reflections within reflections, tangled with the golden threads of what might have been.
Here, in quantum echoes, love undulates like ocean waves, both tempestuous and serene, weaving through the fabric of time with hands of gossamer strength.
Reflect upon the haunting silhouettes dancing in the deep — ephemeral romances etched across the glass; their shadows flicker like candlelight in a forgotten church.
Where the Sea Sighs