Imagine standing atop an uncharted cliff, where the wind speaks in ancient tongues and whispers of the murmurs carved by time. Here, echoes take on lives of their own, prose unraveling, correcting the past with their infinite resoundings. But what informs these refrains? History, perhaps, or its mischievous sibling, Fiction.
Sound waves know no bounds; they traverse dimensions, perpetually bending and intertwining with spectrums of light and shadow. When we realize sound—its echo—is merely its delayed embrace, we grasp its wisdom and folly in silence, caught between wonder and terror.
Consider it a clock, lucid yet futile, each chime a reminder of the present’s disarray, each tick a muted laugh of existence.
To understand this further, delve into the corridors of sound and time behind this veil. Explore, if you dare: Mysterious Chord, Silent Cry, and Cacophony of Time.