Silent Cartography

A silence maps itself across the room— not absence, but a shape with edges, something you can almost touch.

The wind pauses at the window. A single note from a bell tower dissolves into the architecture of the air.

In this hollow, we become essential, every breath a small conspiracy, every heartbeat a secret told to the dark.

The world waits for nothing. We are the ones who learn to listen to the sound of becoming.