The world holds its breath,
a pause between heartbeats.
Air thick with stillness,
like fog resting on a quiet lake.
No birds call,
no engines hum,
no voices rise in argument or song.
Time slows,
its hands suspended mid-sweep.
A space opens,
wide and heavy,
where thought hesitates,
where meaning lingers.
Here, absence speaks louder than sound,
and the weight of nothing presses gently,
reminding us to listen.
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