In the heart of the Luminous Abyss, shadows spoke in colors only the blind could verify. An echo, named Echo, wandered beneath the prism sky, searching for a sound that had never been heard. Echo was a curious entity, often found conversing with the muted whispers of stars who sang softly in languages older than light itself.
The stars told Echo of a time when silence was not a choice but a state of being; an absence that was whole, like a glass filled not with wine but with the promise of wine. It was in this silence that they believed a truth lay hidden, obscured by the din of existence and the relentless chatter of the now.
One day, amid a carnival of auroras, Echo encountered a melody trapped between dimensions. It was not a melody of notes, but a resonance, a harmonic convergence of what could have been. Mesmerized, Echo reached out with tendrils of sound, only to be embraced by the void, where the laws of being and non-being danced a waltz too complex for the mortal ear.