Chapter 13: The Echo Chamber
Within the black hole, they found an echo chamber—a place where time looped. Their voices bounced off fractured mirrors, creating ripples in causality.
Lyra sang—a haunting melody. “We’ve been here before.”
Ethan hummed—a counterpoint. “In other iterations?”
She nodded—a harmony of parallel paths. “In every resonance.”
They explored—finding fragments of their journey. The crew joined—the poet’s verses overlapping with quantum echoes, the painter capturing refracted light.
And as they sang, they glimpsed other versions of themselves—time travelers, reality weavers, and beings of infinite reflection.
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