The old tell tale had a way of weaving into the cracks of reality—soft laughter trickling like water down the walls of a forgotten cave. The kind of laughter that didn't just die away, but nestled near your heart, echoing secrets learned in dreams.
In the silent moments, when time is painted with shades of dusk, listen closely. The universe may whisper something critical in the pauses—like how the stars used to speak across the quiet void.