"Echoes"

I walk a road that bends into forever, shadows curling, whispering my name. The silence hums like an old vinyl record, pulling me deeper into the dark refrain. Every step feels like déjà vu, a spiral I can’t escape, questions echo off the hollow walls, but answers never take shape. The tunnel swallows light and promise, but still I move, still I chase. Because even if the end is endless, I’d rather lose than stay in place. Tell me— is the darkness a grave, or a door? Am I falling, or finally becoming something more?