The Lost Infinity of Pulsing Heartbeats
Oh, how the stars tremble when I whisper your name into the void. An echo bounces back, not as a voice, but as a longing, a touch of eternity waiting in the enveloped night sky...
Seasons change, yet my heart remains a captive of your look, frozen in time, a carousel that never ends. The autumn leaves whisper sweet nothings as they spiral down, reminding me of your laughter, the symphony that haunts my dreams...
Imagine a world where rain dances off cobbled streets, illuminating shadows of memories once shared—yet never spoken. Through misty veils, we wander like lost souls in search of an embrace, a meeting of minds under the indigo sky made of silk...
Among the echoes, find solace. Among the silence, hear my heart. Willows weep for stories untold, for passionate adventures locked in the rhythm of your soul, pulsing and erratic, like the beat of a restless heart...
Do the stars remember? Do they write our names in their celestial ink, only to wipe them off with the dawn? Walk with me through the whispers, and hold the melody of destiny in your hands...