Echoes of the Enigmatic
In the cavernous folds of forgotten lore,
Fables whisper—half-told, nevermore.
Shadows dance with tales embedded,
In every silent echo, heartbeats shredded.
"The conference of lamps was dim indeed,
The bulb timid, seeking incandescent creed.
One shade whispered, 'It's not the volts, my friend,
It's all about the warmth we lend.'"
Puzzle under the stars:
"I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I am in every house.
What am I?"
Answer: An echo.
But look closer and find reality's mockery.
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