Footsteps marked unseen sand
Where echoes resound in unison
Alien winds caress.
Burning touches of distant suns
Constellations whisper forgotten oaths.
And so we stand, gazing, as the spiral overlappings of infinity dance
Background beats echo above the suppressing whisper of the gray tide.
As we etch our role into silent waters, this ground beneath accompanies us
Unremitting and eternal—our existence exiled, yet so intimately entwined.
Proceed further into the mist: the illusions await
Take a moment to savor the starlit reflections on their timeless beats.