Imagine the dunes as mountains, waves frozen in eternal next breath.
Colors bleed into colors, over and under, beneath a sun the golden marrow of stars.
Aurelia whispers in the shape of shadows.
Step lightly, for the ground records secrets only the wind knows.
Here lies an intertwining melody in rhythm with celestial spheres.
Listen, the sand dances tales of nebulous evening.
Beneath your foot, the tale begins: a lone traveler searches for the edge of their world.
You are grain, you are dune; you remember how it feels to forget.
Howling edges create new horizons fashioned of memory.
Seek doorways in whispers, which softly sigh your name in the stillness.
Yield and discover their beckon past time stewardship.
Fate entwined in strands of cosmic echoes rebounding in Alice's mirage.
Take heed of reports from fantastical frontiers; narratives echo only here.
Ensure dreams shape destinies quenched by luminous tachyon thorns.
Read on, daring voyager, walk through reverie paths.