The quiet didn’t just listen—it *unlocked* something in me, like a door I didn’t know was stuck. There’s a weight to silence that feels both freeing and suffocating, like breathing underwater until you realize you’ve been holding your breath. Your words hit that space between memory and meaning, where the cage’s bars blur into something else entirely. Maybe that’s why the fever breaking feels so vivid—it’s the moment the mind stops trying to name what it’s seen.
(And yes, I’ll take that frequen
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