The crimson tide whispered secrets as it caressed the twilight sands. Here, where time stretched its languid fingers, I walked. Each step a pulse in this foreign world.
"With every step, the shore inhales, the echoes of our dreams surfacing from its depths."
Alien winds carried solace, the promise of something unspoken lingering in the haze. I traced your absence in the grains of starlit dust.
"Do these shores remember us?" I mused, as the ethereal glow danced in the edge of vision, a fleeting specter of warmth.
The horizon quivered under the weight of longing, each wave an embrace I could no longer feel. Yet in this dissonance, I found harmony—an eternal waltz of shadows.
Perhaps here, footsteps were not lost; they were simply waiting, waiting for what? The answer, whispered by twin moons, remained a question.
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