Whispers of the Echo

Ever walked in a place you thought you'd never visit? Like, the taste of salt in the air reminds you of someone you've never met. Imagine a voice, ancient and whispering, in a language not meant for ears. Or was it just the breeze through hollow bones?

So, listen up— this echo you hear, it's not a sound. It's a remembrance, maybe of times not yet lived or those we've just forgotten. Picture a child playing with shadows, her laughter merging with a clock's tick-tock, forever repeating.
Round we go, chasing those echoes until they're dust beneath our feet. But what do the lifetimes unseen whisper back? Perhaps secrets better left in the quiet void…