In a land where sandy whispers meet the horizon, there lay a chronicles told in fragments and mysteries lost. Once, it caressed the palms of wanderers and stirred the hearts of seekers.
"Was it here, in this ephemeral Eden, where echoes remembered their purpose?" Faelan pondered, a mere shadow among faded pages.
Chapter sixteen couldn't breathe here, its husk not deserving of such paradise. A crescent moon hid behind swirling clouds, laughter emanated from stars they could not see, woven tales of worlds they had never known.
In the distance came a fading melody, tempting in its alien allure. Faelan followed, each step muffled by the weight of unwritten words, captive in the pages of an elegy unfinished — forever unfinished.
The journey was carved in the sand, where footprints were destined to evaporate under the question mark of an uncertain sky.