Upon the windswept dunes of unnamed shores, I found them—
these ancient cysts pulsating with forgotten memories.
Preserved in a timeless embrace, they cradle whispers
of alien visitors, leavings another existence unknown.
Each cyst like a book closed against storms,
its ink a cosmic tide, now boundless, now void.
Shimmering under a sun borrowed from distant myths,
we traverse softer sands, leaving transient
prints—ghosts cast adrift in a perpetual echo.
What life dared nest within these depths?
What song would it sing beneath the hues of
an eternity untouched by human hands?