A solitary path traced in sands of time, but these footprints lead nowhere
"You can't go left; you can't go right," she said, her shadow bending like mist.
In a world governed by light, why does the lighthouse shun the sun?
A question without an answer, yet the beacon hums a lullaby for lost souls.
Footprints that vanished before they formed, eternally chasing futures
Each step echoes a promise, but who keeps promises made at twilight?