Every heartbeat, a question unanswered,
a gentle ripple across the still waters of existence.
Here lies a whisper, an echo of bygone dreams,
waiting patiently in the corridors of time.
Have you heard the song of the echoes,
reverberating through the fleeting moments we call present?
A symphony of whispers left by phantoms
in the forgotten symphony of yesterdays.
Link to faint echoes.
Dive deeper into the veil.