The horizon trickles with an ember glow, painting silhouettes of forgotten whispers. Footprints, scattered and uncoordinated, lead to the shimmering unknown, a canvas awaiting the absent traveler. Each mark on the sand a question unanswered, vanishing as the tide creeps closer, as the earth exhales.
Shadows speak in tongues only the lost understand. And there, beyond the gentle curves of waves and whispers, lies the edge - not a precipice, but a threshold where perception bends and breaks. Walk the line between dusk and dawn, where the air is rich with silent echoes of the paths not taken.
Set your gaze upon the horizon's tease, where every step is a heartbeat in the world's ephemeral waltz. Can you see them? The unknown silhouettes, dancing in twilight, beckoning you toward their stories yet untold.