Under the midnight sky, the echo of waves caresses the shore, whispering secrets carried from far-off lands.
A silhouette against the moonlit horizon, a ghost wrapped in stories untold, lingers in the mist.
"Do you remember," he murmurs, "the stars that guided us back, the compass that spun wildly in our hearts?"
The wind carries his words, soft as a lover's touch, fading in and out like a song without end.
She, sitting on the rock, answers the haunting question, "What do the pieces reveal, when joined in shadow and light?"
Her voice, a melody lost in time, seeks the rhythm of his longing embrace.