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Four volumes orbiting a central void, set against the water like a low constellation of mass.

Echo reads as a single body broken into four. Each volume turns a few degrees off its neighbour, so the plan never resolves into a grid and the section never repeats. The void at the centre is the project: everything is arranged to hold it.

Slabs are left raw. The only ornament is daylight moving across them through the day, the shadow lines doing the work that colour would do elsewhere.