In the silent expanse, dunes echo soft, forgotten tales.
The songbird, a lone emissary, stitches time with notes fragile but enduring.
Each note, a ripple—a fractal dance upon the surface of conscious streams, reaching deep into the heart of solitude.
Reflective thoughts unfold like desert blooms, ephemeral yet poignant. Beneath the shards of moonlight, questions arise:
Listen closely, for the echoes of songbird wisdom guide you back to the essence of being.
Murmur of Stars