The whispers in the desert wind carry tales unseen, secrets encoded in grains that slip beyond grasp— Do silence shall the echoes of war?. Each moment reduces, being to abyss, silent yet deafening. What messages lie buried beneath the hour?
As shadows stretch and contract across sculptures of sand, we ponder: who reads the hourglass?
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Time weaves shadows, fractals in forgotten sands, bodies frozen in echoing whispers, while hands ask; Who knows the keeper’s riddle? Listen for the ticking heart of the vast and empty.