I ventured forth onto the esoteric sands, where grains spoke in tongues unspoken by earthly mouths. Here, where the sky kissed the edge of an unseen cosmos, I heard the murmurs of ancient stars.
Each step was a sonnet written anew, each imprint a memoir of an alien journey. The footfalls resonated, like whispered secrets exchanged in an empty room. They told tales of probability long abandoned on forgotten exposure.
How dislodged we become from our remnants, standing on shores unforeseen, swallowed whole by temporal waves. The echoes' refrain, persistent and haunting, tattoo the mind in melodies unheard by these audibles.
Continue on... “Lake's Reflective Gaze”
Retrace the steps... “Cyclic Pathways”