In the quiet rustle of autumn gold, I remember you spoke of dreams nestled among the falling leaves. Desires whispered in the crackling breath of the winds, desires long replaced by ivory fog.
Beneath sapphire skies, an echo of laughter once resonated. Beneath sapphire skies, promises were woven into the fabric of the stars as we traced their ancient paths.
Verdant shades enveloped your parting words. Words carried by rain, and soaked into earth, waiting for rebirth in tangled memory. Now the silence envelops the space between breaths, resonating with spectral echoes.