The sand sings beneath your feet, whispers caressing like a forgotten hymn. One foot after the other, you walk the winding paths of an endless expanse. Time here is a mirage, bending and folding like the dunes at dawn.
Beyond the horizon, shadows ripple, enigmatic figures that vanish in the blink of an eye. They call to you, their voices a tapestry of echoes, interwoven with the songs of stars that have long ceased to twinkle.
Here, in this ethereal realm, you are both lost and found. You glimpse truth in the shifting sands, a reflection of the self, obscured until now, as if the universe exhaled your name.
Beneath the Echo