That night, Mira didn't fall asleep easily.
She kept turning from one side of the bed to the other.
Her mind refused to slow down.
Usually music helped calm her thoughts.
But tonight the songs only reminded her of the same thing.
The dream.
The rooftop.
And the interview clip she had watched that morning.
The line still echoed in her mind.
"Sometimes the loudest noise in the world is the silence inside your own mind."
She sat up and sighed.
"Okay," she whispered.
"If my brain is playing tricks on me, it's doing a very creative job."
Finally, sometime after midnight, Mira's eyes slowly closed.
And when she opened them again…
The rooftop was there.
The familiar cool air brushed against her face.
City lights stretched endlessly across the dark horizon.
Mira stood still for a moment.
"Alright," she said quietly.
"I'm here."
But this time she didn't wait.
She walked straight to the railing and folded her arms.
"Come out," she called confidently.
"I know you're here somewhere."
A voice responded from behind her.
"You sound very determined tonight."
Mira turned around immediately.
There he was again.
Standing near the stairs, watching her calmly.
She pointed at him dramatically.
"You."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Me."
"Yes, you."
"What did I do this time?"
Mira walked closer.
"This conversation is not ending early tonight."
He smiled faintly.
"That sounds serious."
"It is."
They stood near the railing again.
The night felt quiet.
Almost too quiet.
Mira took a deep breath before speaking.
"I heard something today."
"Oh?"
"A line."
"From a song?"
"Not exactly."
She looked straight at him.
"From an interview."
His expression didn't change.
But he listened carefully.
Mira continued.
"You said something in one of our earlier conversations."
He nodded slightly.
"And today… I heard the exact same sentence in an interview."
Still no reaction.
The wind moved softly across the rooftop.
Then she repeated the line slowly.
"Sometimes the loudest noise in the world is the silence inside your own mind."
For a moment, the rooftop felt completely still.
Mira crossed her arms again.
"So," she said.
"Explain that."
He looked out at the city lights before answering.
"Maybe you heard it before."
"I thought about that."
"And?"
"I don't remember hearing it."
"Memories are strange."
"Dreams are stranger."
He smiled slightly.
"That's true."
Mira studied his face carefully.
"You're avoiding the question."
"Am I?"
"Yes."
"What question exactly?"
She spoke firmly now.
"Are you just my imagination?"
He didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he asked something else.
"What do you think?"
"That's not fair."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm the confused one here."
He laughed softly.
"That's obvious."
Mira sighed and leaned against the railing.
"Look," she said.
"I know this is a dream."
He remained silent.
"But the way you talk… the things you say…"
She looked at him again.
"It feels real."
His expression softened slightly.
"Does that bother you?"
She thought for a moment.
"…No."
"Then why question it?"
"Because humans like explanations."
"And if there isn't one?"
"That would be annoying."
He chuckled quietly.
Mira shook her head.
"You're impossible."
"You keep saying that."
"Because it's true."
She paused for a moment.
Then asked the question again.
"Are you him?"
This time her voice was quieter.
More careful.
"Are you really ECHO?"
The wind suddenly felt stronger.
He looked at her for a long moment.
Longer than usual.
For the first time, he seemed to be thinking carefully before speaking.
Then he finally said something unexpected.
"Does the answer change anything?"
Mira blinked.
"What?"
"If I say yes…"
He stepped a little closer.
"…would you believe it?"
She hesitated.
"…Probably not."
"And if I say no?"
"That would also feel strange."
He nodded slowly.
"Then maybe the answer isn't important."
Mira frowned.
"That's a terrible answer."
"I warned you."
The rooftop lights flickered again.
Mira groaned loudly.
"Not again!"
The dream was already beginning to fade.
She looked at him quickly.
"You're doing this on purpose."
"I'm not controlling your dreams."
"You're suspicious."
"Thank you."
As the city lights slowly blurred, Mira pointed at him again.
"Next time," she said firmly.
"What?"
"You're giving me a real answer."
He smiled calmly.
"We'll see."
And just like that—
The rooftop disappeared.
Mira woke up suddenly.
Her room was quiet again.
She sat up slowly, replaying the conversation.
"The answer isn't important."
She frowned.
"That's the most mysterious thing anyone has ever said in my dream."
But deep inside, she knew something had changed.
Because the more she talked to him…
The more those conversations felt less like imagination.
And more like something her heart was slowly getting attached to.
Even if her mind still refused to believe it.