My Echo Gl 90%

“You’re not an echo. You’re the voice. Always were. Come home when the signal finds you.”

Three dots appeared. Then vanished. Then appeared again. Then nothing. my echo gl

Kai’s voice was thin, like it had traveled through a tunnel. “Hey, Echo. I’m in a place with bad signal. Mountains. Trying to say… my echo’s glitching. Not you. Me. I can’t hear myself anymore. Just wanted to say—good luck. Or good life. Or good… last. I don’t know. GL.” “You’re not an echo

Then:

But three weeks later, a postcard arrived. A single mountain peak on the front. On the back, in shaky handwriting: in shaky handwriting: