In the silent embrace of the undulating dunes,
where the golden grains weave tales untold,
a whisper slips through the fingers of time,
like a forgotten melody in the vastness of night.
Stars blink in rhythmic solitude,
casting their faint, silvery dialogues
across the heavens and into Constellation's Refuge.
The wind carries stories veiled in gossamer,
delicate like the breath of ancient deities,
murmured truths and gentle lies that dance
with the mirage at the edge of perception.
Let your spirit wander where the echoes Whisper Beyond,
tracing the paths of forgotten starlight.
The grains of sand, each a universe in miniature,
cradle memories of a time before time,
where dusk meets dawn, and everything whispers
of the eternal cycle, Dune of the Ancients.