Radiantecho's Whisper

There is an echo in the wind tonight. It carries the stories that no one dared to tell, the kind that slip from the lips at midnight but vanish with dawn. A whisper beneath the surface of the mundane, a shadow in the corner of the eye.

Do you remember? The way silence screamed in the crowded room, where familiar faces wore masks of indifference. The thoughts were loud, almost deafening, yet the world outside continued, blissfully unaware.

When did silence become a companion? It wraps around the soul like an old, forgotten cloak, heavy and comforting in its own peculiar way. A friend when everyone else fades away.