Beneath the sun's tender gaze,
the silky grains whisper secrets,
dreams dissolve on a horizon
where time folds into itself,
crafting moments with threads
spun of starlight and shadow.
The dunes etch stories on the sky,
narratives of eternity—a glistening
hymn murmured by fleeting winds.
In the distance, a portal flickers,
gleaming opalescent threads
tugged by a forgotten aether.
Listen closely to the echoes of yore,
ancient lyrics sing the vanilla tides,
calling forth the lost echoes
of what might have been
and what shall surely come
like the tide's croon on cold shores.