Interior Reverberations

An echo is not merely a reflection of sound. It is a distortion—a melding of origin and destination. Time drips into the canyon of our psyche, forming pools of memory.

In the softly lit hallways of self, thoughts linger longer than words spoken aloud. Here, the cacophony of doubt and clarity intertwines like lovers in a slow dance.

The mind curates a labyrinth of impermanence. Each turn reveals a new fragment: a dream forgotten at dawn, a whisper of encouragement, and the lingering scent of autumn leaves.

Consider the space between thoughts—an expanse filled with possibility. Within this quiet void, a singular truth reverberates, waiting for acknowledgment.

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