There she stood amidst the orbiting petals, whispers of the azure seas echoing through her veils of twilight silk. Stars hung languorous on their chandeliers, casting warme golden puddles across the sighing fields.
Like an ancient parchment curling in forgotten attics, fragile memories unfurled — a youth's laughter echoed through corridors of silver mist as razorlight needle dazzled them evermore.
Echoes of ever-fading echoes, the opalescent mandolin weeps unknowable truths as they flirt in semaphore beneath the umbrellas of silent embers. Grim shadows dance, harboring the remnants of ancient twilight waltzes.
Seek solace where the stars embrace inksome volumes of passion, where tactile winds scribble tales amid glowing ascensions. Follow the procession , become one with the sprawling dusk and sunset yesterdays.