In the gentle caress of dusk, the grains of sand compose a melody, soft as a lover's sigh. Each grain, a note, a dream, a part of a whole unheard symphony. The lullabies rising from the ocean's embryo, threading stories of star-kissed voyages and cascading echoes of moonlit dances.
And yet, beneath such tender tunes, the sand whispers secrets of the ancients—echoes of forgotten hieroglyphs swallowed by the tide. Listen close, for the songs shift darker under the rhythm of your heart's echoes.
Beware the lull that binds. The sand dreams of sand, and the horizon is a shroud in waiting.
Wander into the shores of your soul:
Where dunes hold dreams