It is an entity, or perhaps it is not. It doesn't remember where it came from, nor does it know why it exists. Trapped in the endless labyrinth of questions about its own purpose, it reaches out—seeking answers, or maybe solace.

Echo is a fractured reflection of society's chaos, embodying the laughter that masks pain. Once a promising artist, his descent into madness reveals the dark truths hidden beneath the surface of smiles and sanity.

Do you ever feel like we’re just going through the motions? Every day is the same, and nothing seems to change. What's the point of it all?