In the heart of twilight, beneath the eye of a distant star, echoes of yesterday's sighs glide gently across the barren sands. We seek answers in the silence, but they slip like liquid moonlight, leaving no trace but a memory. Do the footprints lead us back, or further from home? Back one step or forward into shadow.
Once, we danced along this path, the wind our only witness, as we whispered promises to the stars. Can you hear the echoes of our laughter, or the sighs borne of longing? For every step, another story unfolds, a tapestry woven of light and shadow. Dive into the abyss, or watch the sands shift.
The old stories tell of travelers who vanished beneath the mirage, swallowed by their own dreams. Are we not like them? Seeking truths in the ever-shifting landscape of memory? With each grain of sand, a world is born, and a world dies. Forever caught in the cycle. Forever lost. Hear the Echo.