Toxic Embrace

In the depths of a cerulean night, beneath the velvet cloak of stars, whispered the embrace — an echo, sweet and venomous. It slithered, unseen, through the corridors of thought, like smoke curling from an extinguished candle, leaving traces of warmth that befuddled the soul.

A soft rustle, a chill that danced upon the spine, a hint of jasmine laced with the aroma of rust. It was here, it was there, it was—nowhere but everywhere, entwined around the mind like a forgotten lullaby.

As the dawn painted golden hues across the desolate horizon, reality whispered its bitter truth. Yet, the embrace lingered, weaving the fabric of fantasy into a tapestry too delicate to unravel. The phantom stirred, intangible yet palpable.