"...it loops again, the echo regales us of a walk taken—a step in the wet earth, each footfall a whisper in the damp air. Days unfurl like old letters, filled with stories lost in the timeworn silence. Slip the coin through the slot, hear the bell toll..."
"...in the darkened hallways, where memories linger like dust; a child's laughter, a forlorn whisper, where did you go that day? Round and round it goes, slicing through the fabric of night and existence—lost in layers but still curiously seeking."
"...I cannot forget the way the shadows danced under the moonlight, scrambling into crevices, calling out names like a broken record replaying, replaying. Into the wild echo, someone once said, the secret lies within..."
"...but secrets become abysmal tales unwound; the silence reigning heavier—shadows weaving, the occasional glimmer, basking the forlorn voyage a final, endless. The pulse returns, rivers reflective..."
Continue the loop...
Awaken the echo...