Beyond the Whispering Echoes

It's as if someone turned on a universal flashlight in the dead of night - and then turned it off again. A moment of light, a flash of meaning, and then again the fog, the hum of silence, and the feeling that somewhere far away, ancient voices are whispering. A transitional song: from heat to emptiness, from body to spirit, from pain to acceptance. Everything is like in life - you only have time to feel the pulse before it subsides, leaving behind a strange warmth in your chest. The kind that doesn't make you cry or rejoice - you just stand there, warming your palms and listening to the sound of silence.