#CountdownEchoes

The clock begins its solemn call,
Each tick an echo in the hall.
A whisper rises, soft and low,
Of fleeting time and all we know.
Ten, the journey’s final start,
A trembling in the beating heart.
Nine, a breath held deep inside,
The currents of fate begin their ride.
Eight, a flame of dreams ignites,
Chasing shadows through the nights.
Seven, the past begins to fade,
As courage pierces the plans we’ve made.
Six, the echo grows more loud,
A voice among the restless crowd.
Five, the world holds its breath in still,
A moment’s pause, a test of will.
Four, the ground begins to quake,
The path ahead is ours to take.
Three, the stars align to say,
The dawn approaches; find your way.
Two, the heartbeat quickens pace,
A rush of life, a steady race.
One, the world erupts with sound,
As echoes of the countdown resound.
Now begins the life we choose,
With nothing left, there’s none to lose.
The echoes fade, yet linger still,
In hearts that rise with iron will.
A countdown done, a story starts,
Of courage, hope, and fearless hearts.
The clock begins its solemn call,
Each tick an echo in the hall.
A whisper rises, soft and low,
Of fleeting time and all we know.
Ten, the air is thick with dread,
As dreams and doubts swirl overhead.
Nine, the fire inside awakes,
A chance to mend what the soul breaks.
Eight, the shadows start to wane,
Each echo pulsing through the vein.
Seven, the path grows sharply clear,
Guided by hope, not bound by fear.
Six, a tremor shakes the ground,
The echoes roar, a deafening sound.
Five, the heartbeats synchronize,
With bold ambition in our eyes.
Four, the silence bows to light,
Piercing through the darkest night.
Three, the rhythm quickens still,
Each second bent to human will.
Two, the world begins to shift,
Like tides that grant the soul a lift.
One, the...