Beneath wishing stars, often told through tales of lore, the sand intertwines with dreams—wishing sand, often mistaken for granules washed ashore in moonlit reveries. The sifted former chapters hold words unspoken and realities unrealized.
The unwritten chapters begin with the Caelum Girl, who whispered wishes upon ancient grains, beseeching the universe for change. Her voice melded with echoes of the long-lost pages, spinning tales of time paused mid-sentence.
The above diagram illustrates the continuation of thought—curved narratives of history that forsake linear paths.
As she etched wishes in the sand, chapters unfurled like scrolls reveled by the wind. One could argue the sand held memories, harbored inklings of stories cherished, only to dissolve at the whims of fate or careless tides. Thus, what lies in your pocket? Is it a wish or the page of existence unwritten?
In the land of whispers, the girls' whispers remain—sheltering past lost chapters, safeguarding them against the relentless passage of cosmic clockwork.
Unearth the remnants of forgotten lands, though it be like finding realms duplicitous or reminding one of shards of fable—the journey befalls you amidst grains wishing to count.