As dusk wraps the world in its silken embrace, I wander where the skies whisper forgotten tales. In this hallowed grove, solitude dances with spectral shadows—remnants of your warmth linger. My heart is a wild creature, tethered to the unworldly sighs carried by the shivering leaves.
You were like the nightingale I never listened for, your love a song I stumbled upon in the quiet. Each word you spoke pierced the veil of my wandering soul—a melody sweeter than summers past. Here, beneath these ancient boughs, I lay witness to echoes that wear your name as a mourning cloak.
Secret Path Whispers Under the Moonlight