From the sands, it rises, guardian of secrets untold. What do the winds carry when no paths remain?
An echo of laughter in the void, tracing the tracks of celestial dancers twirling in forgotten skies.
A singular note, vibrato in hands unknown, echoes through tunnels adorned with silence’s hymn.
Chroma of remaining shadows, gripping glyphs of mist and murmur. Truth reclines, folded with care.