The Whispering Dunes
Beneath a canopy of cosmic whispers, the sand shifts with purpose, each grain a keeper of ancient echoes. The dunes breathe, a swell of golden sighs as time etches its tale. The sky is an inkblot, penned in hues unseen, where horizons drift like memories lost to the ages.
Here, the atmosphere is dense with silence, a canvas brushed with vivid dreams of what once was and never will be again.
Mark the passage with celestial glimmers and follow the mirage of your own shadow.