Whispers of the Corporeal

Endless horizon. Light dances on blades of sand. Structures rise, then collapse into fleeting shapes.

A place where whispers persist. You can hear echoes from dusk's ember. Color fades into gray drapery.

Ridges formed from bones. Pain lingers; footprints could tell stories, if only they could remember.

A boundary between the known and unknown. Veiled borders dance on water's surface.

Once whole, the path now fragments. Each fragment whispers its solitary tale.