Once, in a haze of shimmering dusk, footsteps echoed along the riverbank, where echoes masked the truth of forgotten promises.
Scent of petrichor pervaded the stale whispers of days gone by; memories that flutter like moths drawn to flames.
In the corners of consciousness, where cobwebs cradle the whispered secrets of lost dreams, lingering shadows twist and fade.
Each tear-stained reflection a reminder of laughter drowning in the hush of twilight.
Did you hear that? The rustling leaves are but hearts that never stood still, swaying back and forth in symphony.