"Who’s my echo?" she shouted boldly,
into the void so coldly.
"The joke’s on you!" the void replied,
mocking her genuinely.
A chuckle reverberated post-sentently, lost to the walls infinite.
"Echo," I muttered,
craning my neck to find the resonator,
"Do echoes dream, when not engaged?"
The void paused, unsure,
paired silence with humor, all the more sage.
Behold! A list of things that echo:
In search of more echoic parables?
Let the waves carry you to: