The echoes dance lightly through the corridors of what once resembled certainty. In the center, a hollow space vibrates with infinite possibility.
News from the emptiness: a voice calls, only to be transformed into a whisper long gone.
The shadows tremble at the sound of their own repeat, yet they remain steadfast in their allure.
Rhythmic rebounding, relentless in its objectivity, shapes the landscape of our mental vaults. How does one measure an echo?
Metaphors carved into walls now lost to time. The answer lies in subtlety.
Reflection or Delegated Echo: pathways etched in forgotten glass.