Shadows softly caress the hem of twilight, whispering secrets only the silence dares remember. Amidst the purple dust, wandering echoes collect the dreams left unwoven upon the dew.
"The labyrinth sings," she murmurs, tracing infinity with finger-tips upon swirling grains, as the horizon blurs into water's edge.
The serpentine glyphs beckon, promising knowledge bound in riddle.
Let us delve deeper into endless mirage, seeking the obfuscated truths within shimmering voids.