Trances of a forgotten time permute through these hollowed shores. Wind-carved whispers echo backward, unraveling tales in their bindings. Sand clings to ancient script, golden against the decay, urging patience.
Somewhere in the velvet dusk, the echoes unravel binaries. Night cascades its velvet slate over the yesteryears that were. Each note reverses gently, dissolving seams where earthly dreams once tethered.
Reverb beneath layers, a clandestine language resurges within a silvery sheen. Footfalls unseen summon progressions—waves breaking over horizons anew, yet vaster. The language of future pasts stretches immortal; it sways with traces.
Whispers Unheard