In the depths below the surface, where light dares not tread, lies a landscape carved in echoes. They speak softly, with the voices of those forgotten. Among detritus of stories untold, we walk, tracing footprints that lead nowhere yet everywhere.
Shadows whisper beyond our reach, curling around the edges of reality. The path unwinds—a tapestry woven in starlight, lost dreams, and fleeting ephemera. Each step ignites a spark, a brief illumination of the unseen, before it sinks back into the depths.
Do you follow the imprint of silence, the indentation of whispers? Here, where the ground breathes secrets and the air hums a forgotten melody, we uncover mysteries not meant to be unveiled.
Treads in Sand