In the grand design of nature's algorithms, the echo serves as both listener and speaker, a paradox of isolation and unity. Each reverberation finds its home within the contours of the whispering sands, shaping a narrative both intricate and boundless.
function echo(pattern, depth) {
if (depth > 0) {
repeat(pattern, depth - 1);
}
}
Consider the sand as a medium: Finite yet infinite, its grains capture the transient moments, much like the echoes that stretch across a biotic silence.
Each grain serves a purpose within a pattern, a fractal of time and space:
/\\ /\\ /\\ /\\
/__\\ /__\\ /__\\ /__\\
\\ / \\ / \\ / \\ /
\\/ \\/ \\/ \\/
Depth perception alters as we delve further: each layer containing echoes of the previous, yet indenting its own signature into the temporal fabric. An infinite loop, a whisper repeating upon itself until silence is the only witness.