The wind whispers through the dunes builds words with the sand and offers them to those who listen, bright as sails It is a secret alphabet, hidden in the rustle every grain is a letter that resists a breath and who listens becomes the keeper of this alphabet Words born from the wind rise like seagulls spun of salt and sun, they flow through the air and settle upon the heart of those who remain to listen If you truly listen, the alphabet changes its name every word loses a feather and becomes a promise the desert invites you to write with the mouth of the wind