Whispers in the Sand

In the golden hours, when autumn dances with the whispering breeze, sand grains speak tales entwined in phantom threads. Energetic ripples marked by invisible steps. "Can you see the shimmering shadows?", they beg. Ever so gently, they tumble over paradigms, defying logic in cheerful rebellion. Listen! A banquet of echoes shimmers beyond the perceivable. Feathery footprints etch verses into fading light, a sonnet for wayfarers unseen. Mystique and merriment marry in this deluge of softness, don’t you feel? Join the joyful ruckus of the undefined!