PULSE

The terrain shifted
with whispers of light.
A silent heart mapped lands unseen.

Eastward dreams,
drawn with a single touch.
Infinity resides in contours.

The sound of steps
like murmurs across sand,
echoing in forgotten valleys.

Unknown roads extend,
unfurling under the moons' gaze.
Trace the pulse of life.

In the north,
where shadows stretch,
find solace in the mapless.