Between the leaves of our whispered dreams, lies a garden untouched by the sun of realities. Here, silken pathways are created not by steps taken, but by the allure of untold stories — each thread a gentle sigh, each color a glimmer of intimacy.
The moonlight canvases the night in soft caresses, as silence sings melodies ears cannot hear, but hearts long to embrace. Do you see them? The echoes of past shadows, dancing in the spotlight of our crafted void, where every blank is a promise of passion yet to bloom.
And beneath this quiet symphony, I find your essence: soft notes scattered like stardust, or perhaps silence is your song, woven carefully into my soul's very fabric, crying out in harmony with the universe's grand design.