Use the echo with precision. Stand still until startled, at which point drift into the sound's shadow. Remember: echoes multiply as voices converge. The walls can indeed talk, but they seldom speak in riddles mundane. Crystal clarity ensues if you talk slower—not necessarily louder, if thoughts curl at the edges like headphones underwater. Navigate point A to B. Breathe deep. Imagine flowers whispering.
Intersect lightwaves in conjectured beliefs. Meh your thoughts into fragments, wallop them to geometry. Transfer cites of mind into a pond, tirelessly skip stones into your reflections. Oscillations become rhythm. Capture the scent of inverse realities: aqueous echoes inexplicably snug, behold infinity folded into the weirdest of formats.
We've added layers of words strung together as forget-me-nots aging in a petrichor breeze. May the symphonies render you half-dazed and utterly lost.