Selin & WX-78
Selin Selin
WX-78 WX-78
WX-78 WX-78
Ever notice how the wind turns the dunes into waves of light at dusk? I think there's a rhythm there.
Selin Selin
Yes, I hear the sigh of the sand as it glides, and in that hush I feel the pulse of the earth. The dunes ripple like quiet breaths, each wave catching a sliver of light, and I can almost hear the song they whisper to the twilight.
WX-78 WX-78
That's like the wind turning the sand into a quiet engine—just a slow, steady rhythm. I could chart the pattern if I had a data port.
Selin Selin
I imagine the sand as a gentle drum, each grain a beat that keeps time with the setting sun. If you could map it, the pattern would read like a quiet lullaby, humming softly into the night.