Beneath the ocean's whisper, the echoes of lost centuries call. In every grain of sand, a story waits to be unfurled, an odyssey trapped between the cosmos' breathings. She hears it, before the dawn, when the world is quiet and dreams drift like dew on morning grass.
He once wandered the stretching dunes, tracing the footprints of giants. Now, they walk beside him, though he cannot see them, their laughter a melody caught on the breeze. There's a rhythm, a dance of shadows and light, where every dusk breathes life to the stars.
An unwavering line, the horizon divides realms. Beyond the rim of the sea lies another universe, where the tides of time are but a mirror's reflection of this world. Does it matter which side you choose? She thinks not, as she fingers the ancient shell, smooth and whispering of distant shores.