In the realm where shadows fade beneath the overture of night, spectral dunes rise quietly from the sands of the forgotten. Here lies the footprints of phantoms, etched in whispers, guidance for the lost.
But do not mistake visibility for clarity; these dunes teach us a lesson of the ephemeral, the art of transient navigation. Understand this, dear traveler: each tread upon this soil is a question asked of the void.
As you navigate, consider the unseen paths. The footprints lead nowhere and, perhaps, everywhere.