In the hour when shadows blend with whispers, the echo’s journey begins.1 It traverses realms untouched by the barren hand of time, resonating with the voices of the forgotten. The echo, a ghostly companion, reflects not the speaker, but the landscape of the soul itself.
Questions posed by unseen figures in the annals of evening skies provoke musings: How does one perceive an echo's truth when the mountains have ears and the stars witness all? The answer lies not within the mountains, but beneath the surface of cosmic sighs.2
An echo cannot die; it merely finds new hollows in which to dwell, forever cherishing its transient owner.3 Each echo tells a different tale, sometimes lying, often honest, always mysterious. The horizon stretches beyond comprehension, meeting the boundless abyss where all echoes concur in silence.
¹ *Philosophy of the Echo* by Sidon Aruk, 1894. A fictional treatise pondering the metaphysics of sound.
² *Reflections on Forgotten Voices* by Tila Mostra, 1922. Imagined dialogues with phantoms of the hills.
³ *Eternal Whispers* by Raniv Ovian, 1870. Hypothetical considerations on the life of acoustic shadows.
Beyond this relic, you may wander to the realms of fleeting shadows or the introspective murmurs of the past.