In the depth of a child’s sleep, the echoes unfurl. Murmurs of the forgotten, tales woven from a fabric not of this world. A voice, gentle and haunting, old as the stars yet born anew, calls out from the unfathomable chasm: "Find me where the echoes end."

The mountains would nod, if they knew how, in acknowledgment of truths spoken by winds that sweep across timeless plains. In the flicker of twilight, shadows dance to a melody only the soul can hear. Follow the whispers.

A redbird lands upon a branch, glistening with dew from an unseen dawn. It sings a song embedded in the DNA of creation itself. Remembering this, a single tear traces the path of laughter down a moonlit cheek. Understand the laughter.