The airplane's shadow moved swiftly across the earth, leaving fleeting traces in the cerulean sky. These marks mirrored whispers of secrets left untold among clouds and time. Somewhere far, a voice carried over the hills, echoing through a long-forgotten path.
“I remember,” she said, “when planes didn't cross our skies like this. Back then, it was just the birds.” A smile, tinged with irony, as she recalled simpler times. But echoes live on; they outlast us, shaping stories we can't control.
Skybound Tales History of Echoes