Listen closely to the murmurs of grains escaping between fingers. Sand speaks a language of time; to embrace it is to understand the cycles. With each step, imprint reminders, ephemeral footprints etched on shifting shores.
Gather tiny particles of memory and carry them with humility. Instruct, for wisdom dwells not in permanence, but in the art of letting go. Dust to dust, whispers the desert; make peace with the transient.
Observe the sea’s echo, its relentless pursuit. Each wave erases, renews. Know that true souvenirs are not tangible—find them wrapped in contemplation: moments sealed like fragile shells, lost, yet forever close.