What is the sound of silence breaking?
Consider the rustle of leaves, punctured by footsteps—an echo, a sigh.
To gaze—no, to stare—into the fading light; instructions unwritten.
Listen for shadows that dance along the margins, whispering
The rules are written in the muffled noise between moments—
to follow is to forget.
Click to disrupt reality.
Is the dark a friend or an illusion?
A door ajar leads to the twilight of doubts.
The lesson: *always* question—silence's purpose calls for attention.
In the chaos of fading echoes, find your fragment.