They danced through the velvet corridors of time, where dreams lay *silken* and porous, with heavy breaths that... a kaleidoscope night engulfed us in midnight soliloquies...

As the quivering candle on the windowsill threatened to...

Yet, the distant echo of twilight... dictated by uncharted heartbeats intertwined with shattered temerity... is the malachite, blazing, naufrage of vows...