In the cascading sands of memories, relics of forgotten destinies shimmer like ghosts.
Their whispers unveil wonders unseen, fluttering in the infinite corridors of time.
Between time's trembling fingers, phantom footsteps trace the outline of a dream forgotten, a voice lost in the dust:
To those who wander under the dim glow of lost stars,
do you not hear the melody of your shadow?
Sing, for the thresholds are waiting, and destiny is but a breath away.
Seek the pathways not walked. Breathe the air thick with mysteries untold: