Echo Cave Chronicles

In the murky, cavernous hall of reverberations, the echoes hold their breath. Silence is a comedy act here, waiting for its cue.

Enter Fred: the Echo Whisperer. He approaches the central stone, poised for greatness. Instead, he trips—an echo of his own mischief.

"Whaaaaaat?" It cries, mocking the intrepid explorer. The cave chuckles in strange, distorted tones.

Nearby, Sheila, the cave's resident expert in not being heard, attempts to converse with a stalagmite. "Do you even care about our plans?" she asks, as the stone remains, well, stony.

Time drips slowly here, like molasses on a diver's watch. Every tick lingers, stretching into a symphony of awkwardness.

Suddenly, a light! Or perhaps just a benign hallucination. "Quick, everyone!" commands Fred, "Embrace the echo!" The echo, regrettably, embraces back.

And somewhere in the depths, a bat snickers.