The Reverse Whisper of Eternal Echoes

Time gently folds upon itself, like a delicate origami crane, edges softening with each slipping hour. What revelations hide in melodies played backwards, lurking behind notes once kissed by forward motion?

A voice in the silent orchestra of untime whispers: "To harmonize, one must first unlearn the rhythm of arrows and follow the dance of spirals." These secrets are recorded by fingers tracing invisible lines in velvet shadow.

Are echoes true to their source, or do they acquire identities independent from their progenitors? Enigmatic selves fading into cryptic legacies.