Somewhere beyond the sand, the ocean whispers secrets only the moon can keep. These whispers, like forgotten echoes, trace palimpsests on the skin of the earth.
A threshold—an age-old passage—holds stories etched in invisible ink. Once it bore the weight of a thousand footsteps, now it stands silent, a sentinel.
"We were here. We were there." A refrain from lives lived in shadows, retracted from the light, draped in mists of what was once remembered.