Chambers of Echoes

Whispers Entangled in Time

In the heart of the mountain where shadows sing

There lies an ancient hollow, where even the sun forgets to shine

Here, the stones whisper tales not of this time,

But of echoes that stretch their paws and yawn like the morning.

A stone murmurs: "What breaks but never falls, what falls but never breaks?"
The answer is in the echo of your own voice.

A traveler named Silas once found himself here,

Chasing whispers like children chase butterflies.

He spoke to the walls, and they spoke back,

But in tongues of forgotten frogs and mystical winds.

The absurdity of it all: Silas wore a hat made of clouds,

And the stones, they laughed a stony laugh, a sound like rain on cobblestones.