The Laughing Saloon of Whispering Sands: A story of ghostly revelers whose laughter and banter echo in an abandoned saloon.

It wasn’t the land that made cowboys—it was their untamed spirit.

In Whispering Sands, where memories flow,

The saloon stands proud, wrapped in dusts glow.

Laughter once danced, on the creaking floor,

Now echoes of ghosts call for friends once more.

The whiskey still glints in the moons soft light,

As phantom figures emerge in the night.

With tales of old, in a jovial throng,

Their spirits revive, where they once belonged.

Amidst the shadows, a card game persists,

With banter and jest, like the winds whispered twists.

The piano plays sweetly, though silent and bare,

Each note spins the air with the joy they share.

So tip your hat, if you wander this way,

For revelers laugh at the end of the day.

In the Laughing Saloon, where the brave dare to roam,

Youll find ghostly friends who still call it home.