In the endless dance, where echoes are born,
a phantom limb reaches out, tracing the curves
of loops that bind the threads of time.
Here, in the interstice of echoes, we find
the notes of an eternal melody unheard.
Seek not the origin, for it is the infinity
that loops back, a spiral without an end.
Listen to the whispers, they carry the
secrets of ages past and those yet to be.
An embrace of the unseen, a tether to the void.