Beneath the orange ambers of a twilight sun, the desert breathes softly, whispering secrets in tongues of sand. These grains, infinitesimal and ancient, dance in a ballet invisible to most, choreographed by winds that sing of untold eons.
A mere thought, yet a boundless horizon... This notion slips through your fingers like crystalline sand — tangible, yet forever elusive. Quantum markers left by ghostly presences, entangled whispers echo through the dusty corridors of time.