In the muted song of static tides, I hear your name whisper like a forgotten echo. The air crackles with remnants of your touch, passionate, lingering, as if the universe composes an elegy of electric sighs.
Sparks of longing, like stars in a tempestuous sky, connect the dots of dreams unmet. Oh, but the symphony of their silence is the greatest of all serenades, played on the strings of a heart that remembers your heartbeat far across the abyss.
Do you hear it too? The symphony of muted whispers, of wires crossed in a dance they never chose. It calls out, it laments, it vibrates in hues unseen, telling tales of what could have been.
Come closer to the embers of our static symphony. Let the world fade and dissolve in the golden glow of what remains, two souls intertwined in electric twilight. The silence speaks more fervently, more passionately, than ever before.
And as we stand here, on the brink of these vibrant laments, a symphony of unexpressed love, I link you to unwhispered secrets and yonder dreams that linger in the ether.