A pebble, cast upon the still surface of water, whispers twice its worth. The first instance, a promise, an anticipation. The second, a reverberation of acceptance, perhaps regret.
Does the mountain know solitude, or is it comforted by the whispers that bounce off its granite face? In the silence of dawn, when everything pauses to listen, the echoes find their home, woven into the very fibers of the landscape.
Below dawn's horizon, beyond the reach of visible sound, lies the echo of yet another existence.
What stories does it tell? What truths does it reveal in the spaces between heartbeats?
Reflect upon the remnant traces of the first echo and dare to listen:
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