In the arid lands where silence reigns, echoes of forgotten empires linger, their stories woven into the grains of time...
Once upon clay, rulers etched their dreams into mud, basking in the golden glow of a fading sun. The wind weaves a ballet of dust, dancing lightly over crumbling walls, kissed by the heavy breath of eons.
Can you hear the weeping of statues, cold and still? They stand as withered sentinels guarding the passages of yesterday’s warmth...
Forgotten songs haunt these barren fields; harmonious whispers threaded in shadows; ride on the back of the crows that cadge among the ruins, weaving tales never understood but forever felt.