The dunes shift, dance, beneath the gaze of an unseen oracle. Time absent, where golden grains whisper secrets in a dialect of silence.
Feel deeply the pulse in the arid air, a rhythm ancient as the stars, pulsing in the marrow of the earth. As each grain falls, a promise unspoken, an eternity folded in sand.
Voices once utopian merge with the wind, weaving through the realms unseen. They are harmonized in yearning, the longing of souls adrift, seeking solace beneath celestial canopies.
One step deeper, follow the echoes, and find the remnants of forgotten hymns — their beauty no less potent for the years they have endured.