In the caress of the evening zephyr, a melody of longing weeps beneath the stars. It is here, amidst the spectral whispers of twilight's embrace, that I heard your name carried on the breath of autumn, woven into the tapestry of the night sky.
The wind, a restless lover, cradles the echoes of our laughter, binding them in sorrowful harmonies that dance upon the silver moonlit waves. Your shadow flickers in the twilight, a ghost of warmth against the chilling touch of forgotten dreams.
Listen closely, and you shall hear the lullaby sung by the ancient trees, their leaves trembling like the delicate whisper of a kiss. A lullaby that casts spells of remembrance, summoning the soft glow of your smile to pierce the shroud of the night.
Dare to walk with me along this spectral path, where every gust is a gentle kiss upon the cheek, every rustling leaf a lover's sigh. Together, we shall traverse this sacred realm, a bridge between worlds woven by the golden threads of dreams.
Echo of the Heart