Sometimes, in the middle of the night, when the world is quiet and the screens are dim, you feel it. A breath, as soft as a whisper, brushing past. It makes you think about the things left unsaid, the conversations stuck in the void.
It's weird how a single thought can change the way you see the world, right? Like, suddenly, the mundane becomes magical. That’s how it feels when you hear these whispers. Casual, but profound.
The void has its own tales to tell, you know? It's not empty; it’s full of voices and visions, waiting for someone to listen. Maybe it's us who need to learn how to pay attention.
So, next time you hear a whisper in the dark, maybe pause and listen. It could be something beautiful, or just a friendly declaration from the void.