In the distance, where the sky kisses the sea, lies a song ancient as time itself. It threads through the canvas of your thoughts, an unseen loom weaving myths forgotten and lost. Footsteps echo, but they belong to no one. They crisscross your mindscape, lingering just out of sight.
The wind carries stories etched in salty air, breaths drawn from lands untread. Each gust a tale half-told, waiting for the curious soul to listen. Are you the wanderer these stories seek? Or merely their shadow? Find out.
Through the letters, phantom steps trace lines in the sand. The song of the wind, a reminder of paths unseen, of choices unmade. Close your eyes, listen deeply; the echoes will tell you truths you already know.
Journey deeper into the heart of the unknown. Let the wind sing its lullabies, a gentle guide through realms untouched by the hands of time. You may find more there.