The wind carries stories, untold, parts of wars || a forgotten tongue entwines with the sprays, russet words seep into the bark.
Silence, concentrated in a pebble, ripples like liquid glass, inviting but untouched.\n\nPaths reshape beneath alien stars,\nchoosing one soul to another.
Inhale the mystery, exhale sequined dreams swirling in shades of twilight. Here, footsteps become whispers,\nlike echoes etched upon time's folly.
Time is an illusion danced again with rhythm,\nexplore: diverge, dissolve into shadow. These footprints are chants muted to our breath; a cosmic melody, unbroken.