A Quarry of Echoes

Stone. Cold stone. Where the echoes go. I came here to hear your voice. But the walls are frozen. The quarry keeps what we left. A shape in the ice. I press my hand against the rock. It doesn't remember me. Did the echo move? Or did I? Did it call my name? Or did I? A quarry of echoes. Where the silence breaks. A quarry of echoes. Nothing here is safe. The ice is thin. The ground is shifting. A quarry of echoes. And I'm still listening. I thought I heard you in the wind. A fragment of a word. But the quarry only gives back What it cannot keep. I carve your name into the stone. It fades before I'm done. What if the echo is not you? What if it's only me? What if the quarry is my own voice Bouncing back at me? I don't know. I don't know. A quarry of echoes. But I'm not afraid to fall. A quarry of echoes. I can hear it all. The ice is breaking. The ground is giving way. A quarry of echoes. And I'm still here. I'm still here. Stone. Cold stone. I leave my breath behind. (I leave my breath behind) We'll present it cleanly. Now, output.