When the world pauses, at that very edge where light and shadow meet, the glimmers whisper secrets of time, boundless and grey. They tell of ancient stars, caught in the slipstream of eternity, forever missing, forever glowing faintly in the dusk of memory.
Does the dust remember the footsteps of giants, the echo of dreams cast upon its particles? In its quietude, there lies a symbiotic silence, a bond between the ephemeral and the everlasting.
Take a moment, let your thoughts align with these cosmic rhythms. Cross the pathways where echoes form and dissolve, where every grain has a voice.