In the silence between moments and echoes of forgotten dreams,
the oracle whispers grainy secrets, encrypted in the sands.
Shadows twist and reveal cryptic phrases lost to time,
patterns unfold like ancient esoterica unraveling in whispers.
Beyond the known, beneath the grains,
lies the Crystal River,
where thoughts dissolve and swim with the currents of truth.
Here, time loses form, there is no past nor future,
only the perpetual presence of what is. Listen...
Seek in the Sands of Memory,
where every grain holds a universe,
waiting to collide and reconstruct existence,
breathe in the dust, breathe out the stars...