Comhroinn Fuaime

The quiet remains… unchanged… soft… and endless… Nothing moves quickly here… nothing shifts suddenly… Everything continues… at the same slow pace… again… and again… and again… You are still here… resting… not thinking… not following anything… just existing… within this calm… The candle light is dim now… very dim… barely touching the walls… barely visible… but still there… still present… The shadows have softened… they no longer move clearly… they simply rest… just like