In the quiet cradle of the tides, where the relentless ocean breathes upon the shore, the dunes stand witness.\ To time's patient erosion, to the whispers of echoes long forgotten. Do they remember voices lost in\ the hollow embrace of the wind? Or do they keep the secrets buried beneath the shifting sands,\ waiting for the tide to reveal them once more?
Each grain a story, each slide a revelation. The relentless march of the dunes across the landscape is a\ reminder of inevitable change, of transformation beyond our grasp. As we stand, we reflect.\ We echo. We hollow out spaces within ourselves for the memories of tomorrow, the dreams yet to be\ dreamt. Are they ours, or do they belong to the land itself, to the whispering winds and shifting sands?
For each step taken on these grains of time, a story unfurls. A soft sigh, a gentle reminder that\ everything passes, yet everything remains. The ocean's lullaby in the background, a soothing embrace, a\ reminder of eternity. Return to the dunes, to the echoes of their silent stories, and perhaps you'll find\ what you seek in the hollows of their gentle embrace.