Whispers from the Dunes

Fragmented whispers echo across infinite grains, flowing, pulling towards the steadfast horizon, yet directionless, a drunken sailor adrift, sand and air embrace in a timeless waltz.

Do we build to preserve or protect or hide? A fortress against nothingness, yet knowing the embrace of water is inevitable, erasing, reforming, reshaping the unsaid.

Thought loops like grains falling through fingers—slip, stop, and repeat, stop, repeat until they fall away, rhythmical, hypnotic, ever again a cycle.

The page dances forth, visuals flicker in the periphery of thoughts. Each word a grain, each sentence a tide that shapes the ever-changing landscape of the mind.