The tide ebbed, drawing whispers from the void; a mosaic of silence broken only by the distant howl of forgotten echoes. Underfoot, the ground throbbed softly, a heartbeat of the unknown. Here, in this place where reality unfurled its old scars, time dripped like dew, pooling slowly in the crevices of memory.
Shadows danced, indifferent to the light; a cavalcade of unasked questions paraded across the alien shore. Each step a ripple in the vast sea of existence, each breath a remnant of things once known, or perhaps yet to be discovered.
Far in the distance, a silhouette loomed, rising from the depths like a monolith carved by hands unseen. Its surface shimmered with the tales of the ancients—stories steeped in the echoes of time itself. What did it guard? What secrets did it reveal to those who dared to venture close?
To walk this path is to dance with shadows, to weave through the fabric of eternity, and to sip from the deluge of time.
Ephemeral Lanterns | Dreamwhisper