A whisper of past collides with present, echoes wrapped in the scent of honeysuckle, I recognized your laughter in autumn's breeze. Here, where moments drip like candle wax, memories linger like soft shadows.
Was it a dream I chased or footsteps on golden sands? The colors swirl, hues of nostalgia projecting onto reality—faces blending, conversations overlapping in a theater of déjà vu played on repeat. I reach out, fingers brushing the air where your form once danced.
Time bends under the weight of longing, and lightly, you surface—a fragrant ghost in a crowded hallway, glances exchanged under muted chandeliers. Do you see it too? The curvatures of love written in the fabric of everything we once held desperately close?
Echoes of Eternity Memory Canvas Whispered Words ```