Some echoes lay heavy; others dance like whispers in twilight.
In the confined corridors of Echo's funhouse, the mirrored corridors wove distorted visions. I stepped through the entrance, greeted by the laughter of shadows. Each shift of my form within those glass obelisks revealed more than mere image. It serenaded with shards of memories unshackled and relentless.
"Reflections reveal, reflections conceal," murmured a voice adorned with mystery, echoing off ethereal glass.
"Lost amongst real and remember," replied I, a wanderer in the night realm.
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