The Mystical Footprints

Upon the sands of time, where echoes linger,
In the chill of dawn's first light, they tell tales,
Of wanderers lost in the mists of yesteryear,
Their secrets carved in the air like ancient runes.

Silent witnesses to the dance of shadows,
Footprints woven with thread of celestial gold,
Mark the path through veils of forgotten tongues,
A journey that transcends the mortal coil.