In the cavernous depths of the soul, where shadows meet the whispers of the stars, there lies an echo. It echoes the murmurs of forgotten love songs, the vows made beneath the weeping willows.
Imagine a night when the moon sang to the ocean, and the ocean replied with its timeless lullabies. Join the labyrinthine dance of these celestial echoes, where every note is a heartbeat.
A lunatic might argue that these melodies are chains, binding us to our dreams, or perhaps melodies leading us unerringly toward the abyss. "Oh sweet echo," they cry, "why do you taunt me with love unfulfilled?"
But what of the passion that ignites when we dare to listen? The fire that consumes the veils of reality, revealing layers beneath layers, each one a story, a cry, a sigh. Reflect on this: What does your echo say?