Beyond the Whispering Echoes

It's as if someone turned on a universal flashlight in the dead of night - and then immediately turned it off. A moment of light, a flash of meaning, and then again fog, the hum of silence, and the feeling that somewhere far away, ancient beings are whispering. A transitional song: from heat to emptiness, from body to spirit, from pain to acceptance. Everything is like in life - I only had time to feel the pulse before it subsided, leaving a strange warmth in my 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.