The horizon stretched, a candle flickering beneath the sun's intimate embrace, and all I could feel was the echo of unsaid melodies murmuring through the twilight. Each closeness, a tapestry woven with strands of wistful wishes, dissolved into the warm sea of time. In the space of a heartbeat, destiny spun threads stronger than iron yet softer than silk. Willful and wild, it guided us, less by promise than by pure, passionate reality.
Forgotten dreams lay scattered like starry shadows on the bleached sand, remnants of thoughts faded into the dawn. Your eyes, reflections of distant forests untouched by reason, spoke of journeys not yet taken, scrawled upon parchment dipped in the ink of longing. I held that horizon in my breath, as if another world thrived just out of reach, its implications curling softly around my senses like fragrant mist.
Listen to the waves...