Meeting at the Heart of the Mirage

In the heart of the endless desert, a hidden path emerges on footfalls gentle. Rivulets of crystal memory whisper beneath the shifting sands, unseen to those blindfolded by time. Here, at this impromptu oasis, the silhouettes of forgotten selves converge.

The stars litter the sky, breadcrumbs from moments we thought we lost. Were they given or taken? We ponder, ensconced in the cocoon of currents we cannot grasp, yet sense profoundly. Invisible light casts a gentle glow, knitting together shadows standing vigil to this silent communion.

The journey does not lead us away from the desert, but deeper into its essence. Beyond each dune awaits another truth, woven into the fabric of our becoming. ─ A whisper from the boundless horizon.

Here, we become echoes of ourselves, reflections in water that never was. The breeze carries indistinct voices, murmurs of those who've tread this ground before us. Are they real, or do they only exist in the landscape of our longing?

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