In the corridor of echoes, fossils whisper secrets of old, songs sung before the dawn of man, beneath tidal tapestries of sand.
Fossilized tales held gently, on the curve of a rib, where sunlight fractures, into history's quiet sigh.
At the ebb, whispers reveal, the shivering alignment of tides, casting shadows deep, across the mirror of the Moon’s surface.
Under the gaze of forgotten stars, lullabies breathe in gravel prisons. Each note a relic, hunched beneath weight, echoing against heartbeats, long since stilled.