In the stillness of the void, words hang like forgotten phantoms.
Yet, there they whisper—secrets untold and tales long bereaved.
Once, they spoke of a land where shadows embrace the light, a realm where silence is a symphony, and every echo carries a history.
Listen closely... hear the wilting leaves succumb to autumn's caress.
Beyond the echo, a soft murmur speaks of forgotten dreams that dance with the dust of ages.
Here, time is but a fleeting thought, and every word is a lone echo resounding through eternity.