First thought: an ashen horizon, skies heavyweight with unshed tears. Footprints, an echo in the alien shore. Wishful shadows dance away from the waking sun. The cold lake mirrors an unseen creature's waltz.
Ripples of time and sand, tales unwoven of distant murmurs. Yesterday that seemed like eternity dissolves with each hesitant wave. Breathing a world unseen, an orchestra in solitude, ringing clear amidst lost echoes.
Wrap me in silver whispers, weave spiraled skies where laughter plants roots in the marrow of earth beneath our etching feet. Each grain tells a story only understood when dusk clarifies silence with symphonies unintended — the soft intrusion of alien truths.
The looming velvet curtain flutters once, then twice in the bonded stillness. Yet, moments are foreign agents masquerading as mundane. Touch the shoreline, feel it speak in vibrations like unheated songs spiraling through an aquatic epic untouched by cherubs.