The echo of laughter in the hall!
"Don't forget the purple elephant..." but why?
"We were always waiting for the train," whispers an old somnolent ghost.
"Golden afternoons melt into violets and crisps," a cheer!
A voice inquires about the singing shadows of yesterday's light.
Echoes, they chant—allusions to forgotten lands, perhaps?
Are you here to recall or to forget? The voices dance around your thoughts like fireflies in a summer night.
Jumbled Syntax and Forgotten Paths beckon!
Rekindle the Elusive Illumination that flickers in the haze. Dive deeper!