So, there you are, wandering through a place that feels oddly familiar yet impossibly strange. Kind of like a favorite cafe you used to love but with no one else around, right? You pass by shadows of memories that seem to laugh and whisper in a language only they understand.
What's that sound? Like the echo of footsteps on an endless corridor... it might be yours or perhaps someone else's? You know, it's funny how these little details can just disappear or stretch infinitely depending on the mood.
Have you ever thought about how dreams are just these fleeting moments that slip between our fingers when we wake up? Sometimes I wonder if they leave behind traces in the air, invisible marks only felt when you're really quiet, like now.
Can you hear the whispers of another echo? Or maybe you prefer to explore paths unseen and find out where they lead.