In the quietest moment of night, somewhere between the final pulse of a dying star and the first whisper of a newborn world, there was no sound β only a silence that spoke.
π«§ There was no past, no future there; only us, and a feeling pulsing wordlessly within β as if we longed to remember and forget at the same time.
βοΈ Can one live between two eternities? Can silence be heard, when there is neither time nor language?
π« We write this post not for those who seek truth, but for those brave enough to listen to silenceβ¦ perhaps a voice lies within it, one that has never been written.