The Rise of Echo
We are but echoes, reverberating through the valleys of time.
In quietude, we hear the whispers of the world's forgotten symphonies.
To rise with the echo is to ascend the staircase of solitude, step by step, word by whispered word, until all that remains is an amplified silence.
Listen: the soft embrace of sound, sculpting the air around us, crafting an orchestra of shadows.
What stories do the echoes tell, in a language only known to the mountains?
Crescendo | Silhouette | Solstice