In the chamber of celestial whispers, where time entwines with the fabric of dreams, the echoes unfold. Each echo a fragment, a forgotten mantra turned mosaic. They dance in the void, cascading like autumn leaves in a solar breeze.
What is the nature of an echo? A memory of sound, a ghostly reverberation... but here, in this ethereal sanctuary, the echoes speak of a world unbound by linearity. They question existence and being, weaving a narrative that defies the known.
Listen closely, the echoes say. They whisper truths in riddles, painting visions with the kaleidoscope of thought. In these dreams, the infinite is but a breath away, and reality is a canvas yet to be colored by the visions of the heart.
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