Imagine walking upon the sand, your soul's footprint,
marked by the tentative touch of the starborn.
The shoreline is but a threshold, where time meets the unbound.
Each grain of sand whispers secrets of epochs untold.
Here, silence speaks louder than the cries of creation,
for what is the cosmos but a grand echo of solitude?
As you walk,
the sea calls your name in unfamiliar tongues.
Beyond the waves, the horizon yawns—a cosmic portal,
beckoning the wanderer to the heart of the echo.