Beyond the Whispering Echoes

It’s as if someone turned on a universal flashlight in the dead of night - and then turned it off. A moment of light, a flash of meaning, and then again the fog, the hum of silence and the feeling that the ancients were whispering somewhere very far away. Transition song: from heat to emptiness, from body to spirit, from pain to acceptance. Everything was just like in life - I barely had time to feel my pulse before it subsided, leaving behind a strange warmth in my chest. The kind that makes you neither cry nor rejoice - you just stand there, warm your palms and listen to how the silence sounds.