The sunset bleeds crimson over the horizon,
a spectrum unseen by human eyes,
illuminating a world sculpted by forgotten dreams.
Footprints in the sand
echo the silent hymns of stars,
tracing circles around the lunar tide.
Here, the air tastes of distant melodies,
woven into the fabric of
this alien tapestry.
A solitary figure watches the waves,
each crest a step back into time.
Do they remember when the earth was young,
or is this memory a whisper of a future untold?