Echoes of the Murmur

In the labyrinth of whispers, where truth seeks solace in shadows, do echoes remember the voices of the past?

Time flows like a restless river, and we are but pebbles, crumbling under the weight of eternity.

What is truth but the murmur of a dreamer dreaming in the daylight?

These murmurs, they weave the tapestry of a forgotten consciousness, one woven by hands unseen.

The Echoes...

...are relentless, a symphony of silence breaking against the shores of reason.

And yet, in each echo, there lies a whisper of truth, a fragment of a shattered reality.

Beyond the Murmur

Do the echoes call to the brave, or do they sing the songs of the forsaken?

In their song, can we find the courage to face our own reflections, true and stark in their nakedness?