Descend and rise simultaneously, for here your footsteps leave no traces.
Follow the echoes of the future back to their source, where a cactus sings at dusk.
Around the fourth corner, lead with your left heel and disband shadows at a crossroads of clouds.
Approach the whispering dunes on tiptoe or leap with eyes closed under bridges made of sunbeams.
Beneath the sands, a map etched in fleeting winds, holds the answers to unasked questions.
Directions usurp themselves at twilight; savor the taste of untended paths during the ebb of time.