As the evening stretches her velvet arms across the whispering sea, I stand upon the edge of oblivion, heart tethered to the stars. Each gust carries the breath of lost loves, entwined like shadows in the moonlight. A soft voice murmurs through the haze, delicate and longing – a melody known only to the winds.
Somewhere between dream and reality, the convergence beckons. Do you feel it too, love, where the skies imprint their kiss upon the horizon? A touch forever lingering, shimmering in the twilight. Our souls dance to a rhythm older than time, a serenade to the night itself.