The Sands of Time

Glimmers of History on Shifting Dunes

• Whispers of the East, carried over undulating grains. Echoes
• Footprints uncovered in spirits’ dew; stories never uttered. Mirrors
• A lost caravan's lament, woven into twilight's breath. Watchers

The golden grains hush their tune beneath languid suns; these sands cradle the echoes of whispers, waiting centuries long to break the hushed communion and release secrets drowned in arid silence.

Dancing with the Wind