Here, rivers that once flowed into oblivion are now lost. Their banks, scattered with brochures for non-existent tours, bemoan the irony of having names but no water. Come sip ambiance and leave with intangible trinkets travellers rave.
The dunes hum, not tunes of beauty but notes of raw existential disappointment. Here, grains gather to gossip about fortunes past and futures appraised by sand. Unknowns welcome rumors in this gutted geopark, learn to listen: learn_the_symphony.
Questions asked by someone, somewhere, resonating forevermore. This archive competes with inquisitiveness itself, often suspecting the patron's purpose. Join our whispers for answers probably already eroded: absent_queries.
The boulder may have rolled in, or perhaps, it left intangibly.