Step lightly upon the golden sands, whispered echoes align, as holographic pharaohs invite you to embrace the rhythm of time. Their dance is the undulation of ages past, present and yet to be, around a cosmos of muted light.
We are the guardians of tales untold, they speak in unison, voices woven into the fabric of dusk. Follow the scintillating path and feel the synchrony resonate within, the mirrors reflect nothing.
Not a step off beat, lest time folds, as the pyramids whisper in voices synthetic yet ancient, echoing in crystal dissonance. Dance, and the sands will remember, unlock the echoes.