Beneath the vast dunes, conversations filled with unspoken words floated upwards like wisps of haze.
"Did you see the sky today?" one silhouette asked, its voice trailing like the last remnants of a dream.
"It carries secrets only the stars know," replied another, sound weightless, as if defying the very ground they stood upon.
There was a moment when time itself shifted, allowing for a breathless exchange. The wind, an unseen audience, swept through, carrying tales of past travelers and elusive figures that danced in the twilight.
As the sun dipped lower, the shadows grew longer, reaching for something tangible yet remaining just an illusion.