about the ceremony hall

Step inside. Listen.

A hall carved from snow and silence.
Archives rise like waves. Soft light fills the air.
Suspended orbs glow gently - 
like frozen bubbles of sound,
as if words once spoken had taken shape,
held in the cold, quietly waiting to echo.
Long ago, Echo was a voice without a body.
A spirit condemned to repeat, to love without reply.
Here, she returns - not as sorrows, but as memory.
A gently presence, where every word finds resonance.
Emotions don't disappear - they remain.
In every curve, every breath, every vow.

ECHO. What remains after the words.

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