Footprints in the sand, leading nowhere, beckon with silent stories of those who walked before. Each mark a whisper of destiny, kissed by the sea and forgotten by the winds of time.
The horizon trembles with a ghostly glow, as if the sun itself hesitates, caught in a dance between dusk and dawn. Shadows stretch and yawn, revealing the paths once trodden, now veiled in mist and memory.
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