The dunes convene their tales, crafting soft echoes in the sun-drenched sands. Here, where the sun spills molten gold, a fleeting shadow plays at being reality.
Ripples on a silent surface, whispers of a breeze wrapping moments in silk. Here lies the truth, or perhaps the absence of it, lurking beneath the veils.
Seek paths of the mirage lost, the echo of footsteps never made. Yet, in this spectral realm, reality unfolds in the blink of a sleeping eye.
Step into the night or embrace the endless sway of the desert horizon.