Dust Born

From dust we rise, to dust we fall. Our lives, a fleeting shadow over earth’s face. In every grain, a whisper of ancient stories, telling of first breaths and final sighs. Formed from the earth, we walk briefly under the sun, only to return, decomposing back to the silent soil. From dust we rise, to dust we fall. These shapes, a whisper of the wind's own secrets. Each curve and contour crafted from the earth, a brief dance of particles before they scatter back to silent stillness. Here in the fleeting shadows, we find the echo of creation: fragile, yet eternal.