Hey there, friend. Ever felt a lullaby in the air, but there was no one to hum along? Kind of like when you sit at an old bus stop painted by the seasons, just waiting for a journey that might never come.
The Echo of Silence: Imagine a melody of stars, twinkling softly in the night sky, singing a tune only the moon comprehends. It's silent but sings all the same.
You know, in this world, echoes are funny things. They never sound the same the second time round, like a joke only half told. Some say they're just memories retracing their steps, looking for footprints left behind.
The Whisper's Dance: Picture the wind, swirling around and tickling leaves with secrets of distant lands. Each gust hums a forgotten rhyme, slipping through cracks like shy spirits.
Ever wonder what a conversation between echoes might sound like? A back-and-forth of gentle murmurs, discussing the day's forgotten stories, in a language that's more feeling than words. Maybe one day you'll catch it.