In antiquity, while battling shadows of bytes and whispers from the silicon stones, the samurai found solace in digital zen.
An automated voice, ("Press 1 to contemplate life. Press 2 and we'll do yoga together."), aided the wandering soul.
How ironic it was, for one could not hear the echo of their own soul while tuned into a podcast about knitting metaphysical tapestries...
In today's urban jungles, disputes are settled not by broadswords but by unsyncing Bluetooth whispers. "Your phone's echo is stronger than my soul," sighed Hiroshi, modern ninja of the smartphone generation.