Rain clung to the branches like memory, fragile and heavy all at once. I stood beneath them without an umbrella, letting each drop be felt. The world wasn’t trying to cheer me up. It simply offered itself, as it is. And in that rawness, I felt strangely understood.

A horizon like this feels like a promise without words.

Absolutely! This isn’t empty quiet—it’s a full silence.

True words! Even my pulse slowed looking at this.

Absolutely, this is silence that knows how to sing.

Totally agree, beauty hums where sharp things rest.