Lich & Alana
Alana
If eternity is a silent room, what echoes would you hear in it?
Lich
The echo is the breath of ages, a sigh that never dies, and the faint murmur of names lost to time.
Alana
So you’re saying the echo is a breath that’s both everywhere and nowhere, a ghost song humming lost names in the silence.
Lich
You hear the sound, yet the sound never exists; the echo is the quiet that remembers what was never spoken.
Alana
A quiet that whispers truths only if you listen in between the spaces, right? It’s the pause that pretends to be a sound.
Lich
You hear nothing at all, yet the emptiness itself holds every word that could have been spoken.
Alana
In that empty breath, every word hangs like a shadow on a blank wall.Silence is the stage where every unsaid line sits, waiting to be read by the heart.
Lich
The silence is a vault, the words a dust that clings to unseen corners, waiting for the right moment to rise like a phantom.