What remains. What stays. What waits.
There is a place in Echoes where nothing drifts and nothing is lost. Where frequency doesn’t fade — it collects.
The Hold is not an archive. Archives belong to the old world: dust, labels, categories, endings.
The Hold is the opposite. It is the gravity of Echoes — the chamber where the past stays alive, where resonance waits for those who can hear it.
Here, nothing is dead. Here, everything still moves — quietly, endlessly.
Welcome to The Hold.