So, here we are again. Just you and me, in this vast emptiness. Isn't it comforting? The sound of our thoughts ricocheting off these empty walls. Almost a symphony, if you listen closely. A little off-key, but who's judging?
"Remember when we thought we could conquer the world?" The walls seem to smirk, echoing a laughter that never quite settled.
Maybe we can still do that. One echo at a time.
There's something magical about an echo. A piece of you that never really leaves, just wanders off into the distance, only to return, slightly altered, slightly wiser.
Have you ever tried to call out into the void, just to see what calls back? Sometimes it's the best conversation you've had in ages.