Yakabatanidzwa ruzha

Come closer… But not too close… Because silence… is not always empty. Sometimes… it is waiting. And if you listen long enough… you may hear something… that was never meant to speak again. There is a village… where no one speaks after sunset. Not because they fear the dark… but because the dark listens back. Long ago, the dead were buried with prayers. With songs, names, and tears. Now… they are buried with silence. And silence… is a dangerous thing. Because silence does not forget. It keeps