The breeze carries tales of forgotten treasures, buried beneath the ever-shifting dunes. Golden glimmers that fade in and out of memory, just out of reach.
Listen closely and you might hear the echo of a ship's bell, swaying gently on a restless tide. "Follow the north star," it tolls, "and find your way home."
Footprints in the sand trace paths of wandering souls. Each step a story, each turn a sigh. The wind whispers, "They seek, but do they know what they seek?"
A lone seagull cries, breaking the spell. Its wings outstretched against the stark blue, "Time, like the ocean, erodes all."
As dusk approaches, the whispers grow fainter. They blend with the sound of waves, a timeless lullaby sung to the stars.