In the realm beyond the mirage, whispers of the ancients dance upon the dunes,
Traces left in the wake of spirits untamed, wandering past the finite horizons.
Each grain a memory, each trace a testament to journeys unfulfilled,
Where the breath of time etches stories onto the canvas of oblivion.
The first light reveals a shadow's echo, a soft lament to loves misplaced,
Kneeling in the sand, a prayer lost to the winds, yet heard by none but the moon.
Beneath the footfalls of the unseen, the tapestry weaves—a cosmic fabric,
Threads of golden stardust, woven tightly, yet yielding to the hands of fate.
❄ The silence speaks in riddles, ancient tongues reawakening through sighs.
Distant laughter ripples like the surface of a forgotten sea,
Echoes of joy and sorrow entwined, a pas de deux on the edge of reality.
And in this ephemeral dance, the heart finds solace in what was not meant to be,
An embrace of failure, sweet and profound, laying bare the soul's yearning.
Discover the eternal echoes
Veils of mist and hidden paths