Echoes of Reflection

"In the frequency domain, lies the key to unraveling," she whispered, almost inaudibly, as footsteps faded into the void.

"Indeed, an echo is not merely a sound repeating itself but a testament to the surface's complexity," replied the voice, melding into the sound of gentle waves.

"Have we quantified the whispers of mountains?" he pondered, his inquiry echoing through the dreamscape like a question carved in mist.

"Reflections on a mirror are less about the glass, more about what stands before it," she remarked. The logic seemed undeniable, yet it fizzled like fading candlelight.

"Echoes in a temporal corridor—are they projections or remnants? The listener knows not," he concluded, as if recording in a cosmic archive.