Upon this alien shore, footsteps linger as echoes of forgotten whispers,
each grain of sand cradles the weight of dreams adrift.
In the nebulous mist, sunlight weaves through silence,
revealing paths that intertwine like threads of a tattered tapestry.
What remains when the tide pulls back? Silence?
Or perhaps the question stretches across galaxies, like shadows under a crescent moon.
The waves chant their melancholic hymn, inviting solitude to dance among the residues of life.
Let us wander - Lost and Found,
a flickering ember in the vast universe, where every gaze down,
is a glimpse back to worlds we have walked before,
and yet, are destined to tread anew.
Walk with me, barefoot on this ethereal expanse...