Fossilized Echoes

Beneath the sand and stone, words linger, frozen in primordial vastness, leaving footprints on the ocean floor of time. Sometimes, they emerge. Not with grandeur but whispers, soft thuds against the shore of consciousness.

A hum that resonates, as if tracing fingers through a dormant sky. Melodies long unplayed, like echoes shouting beneath turbulent histories, etched not into rock, but memory.

Journey onward to the Murmur or unravel further at the Stone.