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 — only a silence that spoke.
🫧 There was no past, no future there; only us, and a feeling pulsing wordlessly within — as if we longed to remember and forget at the same time.
⚜️ Can one live between two eternities? Can silence be heard, when there is neither time nor language?
💫 We write this post not for those who seek truth, but for those brave enough to listen to silence… perhaps a voice lies within it, one that has never been written.
