A thin fog curled around the edges of the cavern. In the depths of silence, Rachel whispered tales forgotten by time. Echoes danced around her like phantoms of a memory lost, voices layered and fractured, yet harmonizing in a spectral orchestra.
Alone within the echo's cradle, Rachel discovered echoes of not just voice, but of time itself—each vibration planting seeds of an alternate narrative that promised a world reshaped by mere sounds, altering her present reality.
The air shimmered as though painted on a canvas invisible to eyes untrained. A whisper told of a door—resting close, forgotten, yet ever present. Was it this door, or that which fell beyond the fading reverberations, an undiscovered path? Leaving her echo to it, Rachel moved to test the barrier between now and another self.