“Listen,” the dunes croon, their voices barely above the breeze,
“beneath each grain lies a universe untethered, spiraling into eternity.”

You wander, tracing the imprints of ancient winds,
seeking the path marked by starlight in grains like sand.

"Through the murmurs of forgotten souls, your name becomes an echo."
"Your journey redefined as an eternal state of becoming." - A whisper fades.