In the heart of the ceaseless echo, a symphony of forgotten notes. The air hums with the certainty of dreams unspun, unwove in the endless tapestry.
She had told him once, in a voice that flickered like a candle's flame, "The echoes will always find their way to you, even in the barren vastness."
Inside, an old radio played melodies that never were, a bypass to the past, wrapped in muffled resonance. Voices, like ghostly silhouettes, danced across the frequencies.
Verse One:
And the waves sang a lullaby, soft and spectral.
Colors blended into the sweet surrender of twilight.
Every sound, a memory... fading, echoing, resounding.
Chorus:
Through the hollow frames of an old dream, we wander.
Finding solace in the rhythm of this endless night.
Vivid shadows revealed the path to nowhere, or perhaps somewhere, tucked beneath the fading light. He stepped forward, though his feet barely touched the ground, as if drifting across a half-remembered sea.
Explore the Echo Chamber