Legends Unborn

In the cradle of the silent sands, stories sleep awaiting dawn

Awash in hued whispers, the dunes cradle unborn echoes—

they pulse gently with the warmth of futures untold.

Legends twitch behind the veils of time, unsure if to be or not to be—shimmering in the chasms of eternity.

Each grain of sand a universe lost, every silence a symphony of cosmic sighs.

The horizon calls with voices unheard, beckoning the wanderer within us.

Dance with the luminescent fables, let them run beyond the tendrils of darkness.

Explore the stars' whispers
Tales of the unsaid
Depths of silence