The desert's hush, a quivering cadence1, plays on the ivories of existence. Sand grains, notes | scattered across a starlit score. Shadows dance, zephyr to their relentless refrain. In this unseen orchestra, time is the unplayed symphony.
On the other side of silence, books whisper truths never written2. Pages turn in the absence of readers, revealing lines that compose themselves into the dust3. The desert's mirage—an illusion of water where reality conducts its symphony of void.
Here, every grain a melody, every breeze a forgotten sonata. The sun, conductor of this ethereal ensemble, draws forth a mirage only the mind can grasp. Listen closely, for the laughter of the dunes is the orchestra's final note.
1: "Cadences of the Sand," A Dialogue of Mirage, Vol. 2
2: "Truths Never Written," Imagination in the Absence of Letters, p. 144
3: "The Dust Symphony," Reflections on Silence's Edge, Appendix D