Imagine a moment, just before the dawn when all crickets are still.
A time wrapped in cloaked whispers.
That's where you find the silence empty.
Sometimes, it's not what's said, but what's breathed between heartbeats.
You know, like the quiet comfort of a good friend beside you,
basking in the glow of a fire, flickering stories into the dark.
Ever wandered a path made of nothing but pauses?
Walk with me here or perhaps over there.
They'll show you where silence weaves through the air,
stitching moments into the fabric of untold tales.
Listen closely... sometimes the heart speaks louder than words ever could.
Lay back, and let the silence cradle you like waves cradling a drifting boat.
You might lose track of time—but isn't that the point?