Through endless cycles of the moon,
beyond the death of distant stars...
Still the Echoback’s spirit stays untouched by solitude.
For beyond canvas’s edge, age-old songs still resound.
That gleaming hope within the notes, an echo of endless vigil.
In game
A painting gifted by Sorora.
Beneath the starry sky, an Echoback’s eternal spirit maintains its vigil over endless waves.
Who would have known, how many tides have ebbed and flowed under her watch?
