In a world once alive with kaleidoscopic hues, where laughter braided the zephyrs, an echo of an echo now scatters. Mistral murmuring through the hollow corridor of a marketplace abandoned. Echo, they declare, but who are they?
Silence AwaitsOn the docks, a ship rests, not on the water, but in the air, anchored by invisible chains. The captain's hat, weathered and forlorn, dances with the dust motes, an unanswered question remains.
Reflection in RustShadows of a once vibrant carnival, the carousel creaks, its song a forgotten lullaby. A child laughs, though no child is there, clutching an invisible balloon. Etched in the air, their smile fades quickly.
Whispers of TimeBeneath the concrete sea, a beat echoes, once a metronome of dreams, now a fragmented tune played by the wind. Dancers long gone leave only patterns in the echo of their whispered footsteps. The last note lingers, suspends, then falls mute.
Legacy of Echoes