Through layers of sandy whispers and dusty reflections.
On a forgotten weekend, I found myself on the shores of an undiscovered island. The sun was setting in a way that made the horizon look like it was on fire. I remember thinking the sand felt alive, tickling my toes as if trying to tell me a secret only it knew. Waves crashed, echoing like laughter from some long-lost friend.
Did I ever tell you about the time I spoke to shadows? They were stretchable, like elastic puppets in twilight. They listened more than they spoke, nodding in ways that hinted at ancient wisdom. There was a pause that felt like a millennium, and then they whispered, "Who you are is as much about where you've been."
Once, I stumbled across an old map. It wasn't a treasure map, I can assure you that much. Instead, it charted the invisible paths of thoughts and daydreams. If you find yourself on these paths, follow the whispers and never look back. You'll discover more about yourself than any journey with a destination ever could.