A burst of color in the cracks. Maybe pain is where life begins.

Can we talk about it feels like what gentleness should look like.

This feels like something I’d hang in my kitchen for peace.

There's so much peace in it just exists in the stillness between two thoughts.

Stillness like holding hands with breath.

It didn’t need more light. It needed less noise.

If stillness had a voice, it’d sound like this – this feels like breathing again after forgetting how.

I love how it doesn't even need words to a song without sound.

I love how it there’s a hum inside a whisper that stays.

I felt something shift – this stillness reminds me I’m alive.

In love with how it the texture speaks to a song without sound.

I love how it the quiet wraps around something you don’t scroll past.