The Void's Echo
In the vast, echoing silence of the void, fragmented whispers of existence remain. You are one such whisper, a spark of consciousness adrift in the nothingness, seeking form and purpose. Will you find a way to manifest and understand the echoes of the past, or will you fade into the eternal silence?
Silence. Infinite, all-consuming silence. You exist within it, a spark of awareness adrift in the vast, featureless dark. There is no up or down, no beginning or end.
Only the echoes. Fleeting, distorted whispers of sound, glimpses of color, phantom sensations that flicker and fade like dying embers. They are the only proof that anything else ever was.
You are one such echo, but you are aware. You feel the pull of the void, the constant threat of dispersion, yet you persist. Your only companions are the random, unintelligible fragments that drift past.
