"Sometimes, late at night, when the internet hums like a tired engine, I hear echoes.
From the depths, there arise murmurs: snippets of conversations, forgotten text threads, the static of endless online presence. Fragment of yesterday, Connect with tomorrow.
The digital abyss is not empty; it's filled with whispers seeking ears. Do you listen?
For every click, a sound is made—digital footprints in the snow of a virtual wilderness. Sound that fades, but not completely, leaving an echo.