The sky was a riot of colors, a brush dipped in hues beyond earthly understanding. Each step upon the crystalline sand emitted a chime, like distant bells heralding your passage through uncharted territory. Amid the silence, the whispers of the universe drew intricate patterns in your mind—a constellation of thoughts dangling like starry lanterns in the dark void.
Here, on the edge of galaxies yet unnamed, the air hummed with potential. It sang in frequencies unrecorded by human ear, vibrating through your bones, offering half-formed secrets of the cosmos. Was it longing? Was it laughter echoing across the eons?
Each grain of sand was a world strung together by invisible threads. The footsteps they left behind were echoes of a dance the stars once performed, a celestial choreography now lost in time.
Follow the echoes or chart new paths. In the silence, decisions linger like shadows over a sunbeam.