The breath of the stars extends and stretches, it curves like a sail of light upon the quiet shore, to hear the footsteps long forgot. The sand retains ancient silences, voiceless steps return through subtle air, and the echo follows them, slow and sheer. The stars incline their faces to the sea, the echo becomes a midnight chord of strings, and every grain sings names of those who won’t appear. Thus the shore breathes in rhythm with them, the stellar breath guards footsteps that were lost, until the dawn restores them as reflections.