Across the stretch of golden sands, the footprints marked a tale—a tale that danced on the edge of reality and rose with the sun.
In the space between grains, whispers of the ocean found haven, lingering like breath misted with longing.
Listen. The winds cradle secrets of dreams untouched—of loveletters penned and never sent.
Feel them slip through your fingers, like grains of sand; each whisper an eternity.