In the twilight of existence, we chase echoes that shimmer beneath the surface - threads of desire woven into the very fabric of time.
Reflecting the pulse of unfamiliar strings, the whispers unravel their haunting harmonies, carrying secrets of a future that slipped through fragile hands.
Let the world stand still, while borrowed dreams resound in crescendos: the mist of unfulfilled longing expresses itself through translucent melodies.
Are you a ghost in the gears of fate? Or do your shadows dance ever close? The golden lantern flickers as it blares a silenced serenade.
And shall we grasp these phantoms together, entangled in stardust? Our hearts, akin to ink runs on porcelain, sparks rash conversations of seraphic convergence.
Interlude: Paracosm Code, secrets of pastoral realms woven in vibrant discord.