Cascade Echo

A whisper in the void, absent like a forgotten promise, weaving through the shadows of the mind. Shadows that speak not, but chant in silent cacophony, echoing through this lifeless expanse. Do you hear it?

Streams of thought flow and twist, in every corner, a reflection, a murmur, a fragment of something that once was, or perhaps never was. The haunting melody of a dream, a forgotten song, all stitched together in the fabric of absent moments.

Close your eyes, feel the cascade, let it wash over you. The rhythm of time stretches thin, like a thread pulled taut, threatening to break.

In the silence, the echo speaks, louder now, clearer, a voice not of the present, but of the unknown. Do you listen?