Footprints Leading Nowhere...

Did you see them? Those brilliant impressions etched in the sand? They were often brimming with tales untold.

The footprints danced sideways, a perpetual pirouette, whispering “not here, not there, just everywhere!”

The mosaic of these slivers, each a fraction of a memory so vibrant, so alive, it lingers in the air:

• **A child's laugh echoing** down a forgotten lane, rays of sunshine weaving through the murmuring leaves.
• **A secret shared** under a canopy of stars, serenaded by the symphony of the wild.
• **The taste of rain** on parched earth, the euphoric embrace of the sky.

Ponder not their destination, for the journey itself is the enchantment—an extravagant mystery!

Some roads lead us through the mirage and others to the inevitable!