Welcome intrepid traveler to the echoing halls. Within these walls, sound meets silence and offers sage counsel disguised as cacophony. To echo into the void is to initiate a dialogue with oneself.
Wanderers of corridors, heed this: the echo is more than a soundwave bouncing off cold surfaces. It is a shadow cast by truth, stretching into dimensions unseen. Listen well to its rhythm.
In each repetition, an image of the self is distorted; truths are stretched and shrunk, revealing sides left hidden in daylight. Reflect and be renewed, unrecognizably.
Your echo: A companion, a guide. Fear it not, for every step away from the original is a step towards discovery. The echoes, like the stories we carry, are many. Choose the paths wisely:
Remember that in every corridor, in every echo, there lies an obscure awareness waiting to shatter the illusions of individual sound, hoping to be grasped only to slip through the fingers like sand.