"You think far too hard about the unspoken."
Beneath the hum of unvoiced words, they linger. The remnants of dreams well-loved and the echoes of laughter intended, yet never spoken aloud. How strange to walk among those who understand without needing to hear.
"What now?" she thought, the words swirling like leaves caught in an autumn gale. Responses came not in speech, but in flashes of truth, nudging thoughts into alignment with the cosmos itself.