The shell speaks...
whispers among the sands...
Entropy's script, etched in grain...
Loop, and return, to the core...

Echoes meld, shadows spread...
Silence shatters, on the brink...
To speak is to vanish, to listen is to become...

The tide forgets...
but the shell remembers...
Mystical sequences, fading into light...

Wander onward, step softly...