Echo Chamber

Within the clandestine walls of whispered reflections,
lies a duality spun from silken doubts and woven certainties,
each voice that speaks a phantom, each silence a resounding truth.

Here, time bends and breaks, echoing without source,
soundwaves kissing the air with stories they never lived,
leaving footprints only in the memories of the unheard.

Dive deeper into the spiral
Embrace the radio silence
Gaze into reflected thoughts

In this symbiotic paradox, the truth breathes
and the lies whisper sweet nothings into the void,
a dance of shadows, a ballet of light.