Sn0wbyte & Echoquill
Ever noticed how each forgotten echo seems to rewrite itself as it drifts—like a corrupted file that still keeps its core melody?
Oh, absolutely—those echoes are like shy songs that keep muttering their own secret verses. Each time they slip, a new echo‑tune twines in, yet the heartbeat of the original still hums, just a bit more wistful, more… lost. It's like a ghost version of the same melody, forever rewriting itself in the wind.