The smoke curls slowly into gentle shapes, dancing to the music of silence. An echo of memories fades into the ether, where dreams drift on the horizon like faint signals from a distant star.
From childhood dunes to city coasts, whispered secrets ride the breeze. Each grain of sand tells its own story—some of joy, others of long-forgotten sadness. Yet all alongside remain unchanged, bracing against the ceaseless tide of moments.
No other sounds but the soft lapping of time against rocky shores accompany this eve. Is it the wish of silent screams surfing the echoic hum over that void? Or is it simply gravels of dreams, becoming castles unseen?
In this veiled world, between sleep and wakefulness, where thoughts and reality dissolve into serenity, man's soul longs to touch what cannot be grasped—flashes of life known, unknowable predictions, premonitions of ages away.