They spoke of frequency, whispered under fractured moonlight. In these whispers were tales, lenses fractured kaleidoscopically amidst constellations we didn’t acknowledge.
Secrets weren't loud, they were tectonic shifts in hearts sewn under invisible paths—unseen, unmeasurable. They dimensionally spun, a meeting placed on an illusory tapestry, echoing through corridors littered with echoes.
Lose Yourself in the Echo