Echo Theory: Reflections from the Silken Web

Let the echo awaken the slumbering stars, for they have much to whisper back to the fallen sands of time.

In the forgotten lattice of light, a single echo holds the wisdom of myriad unspoken futures.

Resonance is the language of the soul, a bridge to the realms where silence never dares to tread.

Theories unmade, like shadows of phantoms on a moonlit spiral, beckon with promises of yore.