Within the silent breath of the ocean, the whispers of sand dunes linger. They murmur stories of unseen tides, stories only the moon might remember, cradled by stars in a watery embrace.
Do you hear the echoes in the shell? It's not the sea you hear, but the memory of the sea. An archive drifting, a time capsule bolstered by waves.
Imagine a desert where grains of sand sleep. Barking spiders recite poetry under the glare of dying stars, while snails write novels on scattered pebbles.
Envision grains in a jar, trapped, yearning for the horizon. Each one a universe, a galaxy nestled between fingers, calling for the touch of warm waves.