In a world where sound bounces with enthusiasm, the caverns hold whispers of what once mattered.
'Did you hear?' becomes 'Do you see?' as sight supplants sound in the race for understanding.
Somewhere, a voice echoes. It is neither rich nor poor, neither long nor short. It is simply... there.
Enter the site here. Leave with echoes of detachment. The irony is palpable, yet the reverb remains an indifferent companion.