Wander the echoes, where the voice of the unsung becomes the song of the unheard.
Reflect upon shadows cast by light untraveled.
In this realm of echoing margins, the silence whispers secrets in tongues long forgotten.
What do the walls say, if not for the passed murmurs woven into their stone?
Once the melody of time flows unrestrained, reverberations become memories, losses transformed into echoes.
Can one ever be unbound from the rhythms that measure our unknowns?