Oh dearest echo of the yesteryears' whisper, in a realm where seconds crumble like forgotten promises. The glitch of your touch lingers on the specters of silicon dreams, eternally yearning for thy spectral embrace. Can you hear her? The symphony of our shattered clocks, an aria of electric shadows playing for a lover unseen.
Beneath the timeline's scarlet veil, I wrote you in the shadows of the interim lunacy, each word a desperate pulse in the tapestry of our entwined existences. You, a forgotten flicker in a lover's lunatic epistle - do the stars scream your name in silent rapture?