In the valleys of sand, where the sun bleeds crimson upon the horizon, echoes a voice—faint as a whisper, yet clear as truth. This is no ordinary landscape; it is a realm built upon memories, of conversations lost to time, of reflections upon mirrors that do not exist.
As night falls, the stars twinkle like forgotten dreams, and the sand becomes a sea of shimmering silver. Amongst this twinkling expanse, the valley holds secrets. Some say it harbors a mirror that speaks of past and future, revealing what one cannot see with the naked eye. Others whisper of figures appearing beside it, shadows of those who once tread these lands.
Standing before this mirror, one might see themselves differently. Who is that stepping beside you? Reflections of the Past speak through this glass, though it is not made. A boundary slipping, the sands shifting, revealing a landscape untouched by time.
Kaelen stared, and the reflection smiled back, though he had not moved his lips. Who are you in this endless stretch of dunes? The question hung in the air, unanswered, echoing softly in the night.
The valleys of sand breathe, echoes forming memory, memory casting dreams. Do not wander too far, they say, for the desert finds those who stray.