Beyond the lined fingers of the last whispering sands, the horizon gently wrinkles, cradling a sea of muted twilight. Here, under the opalescent watch of a slumbering moon, water stretches like silvered silk, whispering secrets to the wind.
Embrace the echoes caught in the tides—a longing, radiant pulse of something sublime, threading across the expansive night. Each wave reverberates faint signals from a distant star, etched in liquid memory, seeking the touch of a wandering soul.
The mist wraps around you, a delicate shroud weaving glimpses of the untamed beyond. Each breath mingles with the constellation of ancient dreams, a constellation you’ve known in your heart, yet forgotten.