Phantoms in Dawn

The desert speaks when the sun dares ascend, casting phantoms across sands like at once forgotten prayers. Its whispers crawl under your skin, and you are drawn, willingly, into the arms of shadows.

Among these echoing forms, which breathe without breath, you catch glimpse of tales untold and fears unveiled. Yet, through ghastly void and sepulchral light, the dawn reveals just enough.

The hidden voices rustle like parchment brittle and old, "Seek us if you must, wanderer," they murmur, "but know the path is strewn with the remnants of restless souls".

The color of the air here is liquid silver under the hidden stars that whisper and sweep through the crystalline dunes. Listen, and let the waves of silence envelop you.

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