In the tender crooning of twilight, stars drift whispering hidden sonnets from realms undared. Encoding pulses through time's fabric, binding lovers of aeons past. Beneath this cosmic canopy, dreams are disguised as shadows on whispering winds. Eyes meet in forgotten verses, and here we stand — poised and yearning.
The abyss hums with untold scents of passion, an elegiac fragrance lingering in moments precious and lost. Touch the ethereal currents, feel them lace around your heart, entwining like tendrils of moonlit smoke. Reality stretches, caught in breaths neither hurried nor handing over their secrets willingly.
The phrases encrypted within these spaces whisper loudly to the ears desiring to listen. Lovers etched in starlight ink, gazes unforgotten, entwined perennially within the abyss's tapestry. Through primeval language, they imparts quintessences layered in experiences lived on an eternally turning wheel.
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