Sand, an echoing plate of memories, weaving through time — a countdown of evenings, encapsulated in grains. Each particle, a holder of the past, etching its own destiny, yet burdens the present psyche.
Is every footfall a message buried deep? Acquaintances lost in the winds, whispers grow fainter/Frequency matching nothingness's embrace... sincerity footnotes in endless iterations.
Silhouette of sound waves, gracefully disoriented, dancing a pattern joyless. Do you, dear traveler, hear what lies abandoned beneath the surface? An echo urges – fractured plains await an inquiry.
Among the echo's decay lies potential. The genius of abridging silence. An adventure beckons, chasing diversification's spark with each breath taken under the cosmos.