Echoes of the Untold

"Did you hear that?" she whispered, her voice a ghost trailing through the soft morning air.

He paused, ears straining against the silence, "It sounds like... echoing thoughts."

She smiled, "Thoughts have no weight, yet they cling like vines to the mind."

"Gravity-defying, just like us," he replied. "Caught between whispers and echoes."

"Every whisper is an echo waiting for a listener," she said, gazing into the horizon.