Megosztott hang

The quiet continues… unchanged… soft… and endless… Nothing moves differently… nothing becomes new… Everything remains… the same… again… and again… You are still here… resting… not thinking… not following anything… just existing… within this calm… The air feels still… unchanging… as if it has always been this way… and always will be… The candle light is weaker now… barely present… just enough to remind you… that it is still there… The shadows do not move anymore… they res