The syllables if spoken too softly, bleed into echoes,
In this discourse, it is incumbent to consider the metnics of surrealism, where the auditory phenomenon loses its temporal constraint and marries the eternal in syllabic form. Such is the case with echoes, which render time itself an accidental bystander.
Yet, reflect we must, upon the disquietude that accompanies solitary phonetics in the labyrinthine dance of resonance. Are echoes meritorious artifacts of linguistic disappearance?
Consider, for instance, the whispers of oblivion, where syllables woven with gravity embrace the void. Alternatively, traverse the periphery of margins to unveil neglected lexicons.