The grains whisper secrets, and you listen, hoping to understand the language of the earth beneath your feet.
You step forward, one foot after the other, tracing patterns in the darkened silken dunes, your heart synchronized with the pulse of the moon in the night sky.
An echo of forgotten chants fills the void, words like grains slipping through a hand. Embrace the current, let it carve your form into something new.
Your fingertips brush the surface of the stars above, a celestial mapping of the initiation, guiding you through the labyrinth of light.
The sand glimmers, not just beneath your feet, but in your mind's eye, refracting memories yet to be made, futures untold.
With every step, you become both the seeker and the sought, caught in the intertwining dance of time and tide, birth and rebirth.