Welcome to the echoes of the spectrum, where the prism bends light not for beauty, but for confusion. Here, truth wears a mask, and irony dances in the shadows of sincerity. Do you seek wisdom? Look closer, and you might find a reflection of your own bewilderment.

"The more you know," they said, "the less you understand." And so the wise became foolish, not by choice, but by the burden of enlightenment.

In this land of distorted mirrors, the echoes have their own agenda. The spectrum whispers secrets only the deaf can hear, and the echo answers questions no one has asked. Visit the Void if you dare to listen.

The spectrum does not end here. It is but a ripple in an ocean of irony, a wave crashing silently against the shores of absurdity. Jump into the kaleidoscope and witness the chaos: Fractals of Folly.

Remember, the reflection is always clearer than the original.