In the vacuum of echoes, where time folds upon itself, silence whispers secrets.
Words lost between breaths, murmurs caught like stars in a net of night.
Hear the echoes repeat, repeat, repeat in the vastness.
Listening to the silence, it hears itself back, bouncing off the walls of nothingness.
Thoughts become echoes, wandering aimlessly, entrapped in an endless loop.
Do you hear the echoes? Do you hear them whisper your name? Over and over.
In the silence, your heartbeat becomes a drum, a rhythm in the void.
Listen closely, and you’ll find the silence sings too, a melody of stillness.
Repeat the melody, let it resonate within you, let it fill the vacuum.