In the heart of the endless desert, where the dunes dance beneath the pallid moonlight, the mirage breathes.
A solitary figure traced in shadow, a wraith cloaked in whispers, leaves phantom footprints in the ink of night. "I walk where no soul dares tread..."
Seems they echo through the corridors of time, ancient whispers taunting the unwary traveler.
Once, a traveler stumbled upon this place, or was it the place that stumbled upon them?
The horizon shudders, reality bends, and as the sun sets, the mirage reveals its secret: a doorway in the sand, leading nowhere but everywhere.
Your heart quickens, not by fear but by the thrill of the unknown. You kneel, touch the silent door... and a chill runs through you, as if winter's breath had whispered your name.
Your reflection, or perhaps an apparition, stares back with hollow eyes, through the looking glass of eternity. "It is here... It is always here."
In the silence, you hear it again—the phantom steps, the eternal dance. Echoes that promise both doom and discovery.