Once upon a silence, the echoes found their symphony. An incoherent orchestra of whispered histories and shouted maladies—and somewhere, amidst this cacophony, sanity murmurs in its sleep. To understand the echo is to embrace disorder, to love the endless repetition of a voice lost within its own walls.
Did you know? The echo does not mirror reality but distorts it, shaping new biomes in the caverns of solitude. The lunatic observes, notes down deviations, and with each iteration, a new understanding is formed—a new madness to behold!
Within these confines, echoes become dialogues with amplified shadows. They are not mere reflections, but collaborators in a dance of fractured consciousness. Hold your breath and listen: Whispers in the Maze.
Glimmering Reflections