In the cradle of windswept silence
Where grains of gold embrace the twilight
Echoes of ages past murmur softly
A dance of shadows upon the whispering sands.

Listen, the sands hold stories
Of wandering souls and forgotten dreams,
Passed from one breeze to another,
Yet always tethered to the sun's eternal gaze.

Seek the Oasis' Mystique
Dance with Desert Spirits
Embrace the Mirage of Whispers