In the silence between breaths, the heart whispers... unsaid secrets, echoes of laughter, time stretches, a canvas of shadows...
Do you remember the way the light danced across the floor, a puddle of warmth, flickering memories like moths drawn to the flame of forgotten conversations? When the clock fell silent, we became shadows amid the ethereal glow of the moon.
Moments pass through our fingers like grains of sand, slipping, sliding, washing away like whispers swept into the wind. But do they ever truly leave?
The fadeaway beckons with soft caresses, unravelling the tapestry of thought as threads intertwine into the unraveling fabric of... being.
We were never just two voices; we were a constellation, fragments of stories suspended in the star-strewn abyss... Where did they go?