The world is full of whispers in the wind, whispers of echoes once spoken...
This is not just about what was left behind, but what was *never known*. At the heart of every locked secret lies an echo. An echo that begs for recognition, for understanding. It is said that to listen closely, you must stand upon the precipice of sanity — or perhaps, bliss.
An echo takes form, a resonance imprinted upon time itself, waiting to dissipate into histories unnoticed. It is the resonance of forgotten words, forgotten stories, unheard by generations unwilling or unable to listen.
The mundane will tell you, "it is but sound," to which the wise reply, "it is the story of a soul yearning to be remembered."
Whether ancient songs, or whispers intermingled with smoke — their essence travels, transcends the barriers of knowledge and perception. Are you prepared to follow these echoes? Your journey leads to hidden valleys and ancient passages.
Reach for the deep and conceal the echo within your own journey. Let it stay within the confines of your memory, just as they all have since the dawn of existence.