The Survey of Echoes

Do you hear the whispers in the cavernous emptiness? The unanswered musings, the thoughts that collide and dance like shadows in twilight... Where do they go when the last syllable vanishes, leaving only a silence so profound it aches?

Observe the interplay of thoughts, the way they ripple like a stone cast in a rigid sea. What forms beneath the surface—unseeable, intangible, yet unmistakably present? Is it a current, a swell, or something altogether more inexplicable?