In the quiet recesses of their minds, they travel paths unseen. The echoes of their footsteps reverberate off walls only imagined, creating a tapestry of journeys sculpted through time and illusion.
Amidst an abandoned stream, whispers of yesterday's currents speak of destinations uncharted. The water never flowed there, yet the potential remains in watery reflections, pondering the journeys yet to be undertaken.
Here, the soil remembers, even as the travelers forget. Each grain a custodian of stories never told, mysteries buried beneath the surface of consciousness, waiting to be uncovered in the echo of footsteps.
void StreamEchoes() {
// the function reflects whispered paths
stream.updateFlow();
echoResonance();
}