The walls here seem to embrace even the faintest sounds.
It's strange, isn't it? You find yourself here, among the echoing edges of what some might call a paradoxical silence.
Ever sat in a place where every noise you make rebounds as if the universe itself is pondering your thoughts? You should try humming. I hear it sounds like infinite possibilities.
So what brings you here? A quest for solitude? An accidental stumble?
Here, at the vertex, decisions seem oddly flat, and their consequences gently curve away. Decisions are like echoes themselves, dispersing into the unknown.
Anyway, while you're here, why not take a stroll through other echos? They might just hum a tune you enjoy.
See how serene time can be, tick-tocking away like its own echo in a vast emptiness.
They say time is an illusion... It certainly sounds true when all you hear is the gentle murmur of seconds.