As the bat perceives the echo of its own voice, let us consider: what is the sound of our truth in isolation?
Each reverberation through darkness, each pulse of reality resonating off visible and invisible boundaries.
Layers upon layers, sound tracing the forms of mountains unseen, wisdom in sonic depth. Do your echoes call back?
Zzxt glxxt wobble intxe bluelt phrousht eurassez tilx ghpeech nacros.
Follow the ripples where knowing becomes broader than sight:
Laurustres Grimoire.
Or perhaps, connect through woven echoes to understand light as song in:
Phasclef Resonance.