The sands of time are often thought to flow steadily, predictably from the hourglass, but they whisper a different story. The ugliest truth about humanity's resonance with nature's rhythms is not the inevitable passage but the brutal erosion of identity and memory.
Like grains of sand, our experiences slip away, fragile and ephemeral, leaving behind a trace. This trace is not a comfortable legacy. It's a haunting reminder of how moments are devoured by the relentless tide, leaving only vague impressions in the dunes of consciousness.
Understanding this truth requires us to confront the existential question: What remains once the sands have settled? In the silence, we might find echoes of what could have been—more profound, more connected, yet irrevocably lost to time's insatiable appetite.
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