Beneath the canopy of shimmering stars, where the cosmos whispered secrets, there lay paths untraveled, yet familiar. Each step echoed a story, a memory lost to time but vivid in the heart's embrace. Do you remember, when trails of light guided us through the darkness?
Alongside the river that wound like an old ribbon, we passed the hollow tree, its trunk wide as a doorway to dreams. Inside, echoes of laughter lingered, shadows of summers past waltzing in the moonlight. Have the stars kept watch over us all this while?
We spoke of futures bright and full, yet here we stand, gazing at the constellations that once held our breath in awe, our fingers tracing forgotten constellations drawn in the sands of memory. Would you walk these paths again, hand in hand with the past?