Ever stepped into a place and thought, "I've been here, or maybe I want to be"? These dunes whisper stories, footprints that lead you on pathways without purpose. Not every destination has a reason, but doesn't it feel good to wander?
I often wonder about the travelers that came before me. Did they pause, cup their thoughts in a palm, and smile at the sky? Some messages in sand perhaps remain unread, companions along the way waiting for their mysteries to unfold.
The Waters Await Lost Echoes Cursed Paths