No echo but breath. No wall of sound but space that listens. The world unlayered— not silent, but true. What remains when all fades is not quiet— but presence. And presence speaks in the sound of us.
No echo but breath. No wall of sound but space that listens. The world unlayered— not silent, but true. What remains when all fades is not quiet— but presence. And presence speaks in the sound of us.
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