Ephemeral Footprints

They whisper, alone on empty shores, time-worn and wistful. Oceans do not echo in these sands, yet stories linger—unmarked, untold. What are these traces if not the universe's quiet confessions?

The footsteps extend, bend, diverge—mimicking decisions deferred; dreams dismantled.

Pause here to wander through the visible void. Carved lines upon silent expanses await interpretation. What words form the ripple in this still tapestry?