In the hush of a desolate dawn, when the sun bleeds a timid light through the whispered curtains of silence, the tapestry of language dissolves into the ether. Words, once vibrant, now languidly drift in the corners of an empty room.
Their murmurs resonate, a haunting hymn, a melody of fleeting thoughts and untold stories swirling like autumn leaves caught in a gentle breeze. Remember them, for they are the remnants of dreams unspoken, of truths nestled in the wings of shadows.
Seek refuge in the whispers of the past: Embrace the Echo.
As you walk these hallowed halls of memory, remember: the journey is as significant as the destination. Every footfall is a word, every breath a sentence, every heartbeat a chapter in the tale of you. Pause, look back, and you shall see: Echoes forever linger.