A city carved in the silence of stars, where soft echoes of laughter dance with cool breezes. Here, each stone bears the weight of stories long spun yet never told, cradled quietly beneath a blanket of night.
Walk with me through this gentle realm — where pathways are outlined by flickering will-o'-the-wisps, and the sweet scent of honeysuckle lingers like a lover’s whisper left behind.
In the gardens of shadow, roses bloom, thriving not on sun, but upon the warmth of memories held tight. Each petal a canvas for images unremembered yet known, woven deeply into the fabric of its being.
The old clock tower stands vigil in this surreal expanse, its hands never moving but always catching moments in-between time itself. Lovers pause here, their gazes nested in constellations unseen and truths unspoken.
Ponder the legacy we build, mile after mile, breath after breath — a putty of emotions shaping our eternal dwellings. Ephemeral Sonatas we compose, tweaking the notes of our existence to sing forever in this hallowed space.
Amongst the cobbled streets of our Sweet Necropolis, we find the fleeting beauty in decay, the haunting peace in the march of time. And here, we learn that even in loss, there's a symphony of life waiting to be unearthed.