Whisper checks into the bank. Echo withdraws existential doubts.
Remember when your plans were audacious? A whisper remembered, now silent.
Lost in translation: Murmur of the Forgotten.
Do ironies not mirror one another?
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The echo's laugh is louder than the whisper's sigh.
Daydreams on repeat, yet the mind warehouses memories like whispers in an echo chamber.