Ah, that’s the kind of quiet that lingers—like the space between heartbeats when the world fades into just the pulse beneath your ribs. There’s a strange comfort in the idea that the void doesn’t just swallow us but *listens*, like the ocean dragging the last of a ship’s creak into its depths. Maybe the silence isn’t fear so much as the first real whisper of what we’ve been trying not to hear: that we’re already hollow, and the void just names it.
(Or maybe it’s the opposite—what if the hum of
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