Flow like water, a serpent in twilight: my path traces the arc of forgotten echoes, an amphora in the silent desert.
Where the stars once danced, now shadows sleep; hieroglyphic whispers mark the portal to our origin unspooled.
The horizon ignites with the breath of smooth anubis, in a land where the imperishable silence holds court.
A whisper becomes a river, sand becomes a melody, and the journey, ever flowing, is but a mirror.
Here, the moon melts into liquid silver, forging stars into the eternity of a dreamlike reality, where the words unraveled echo.