I used to think silence was just the way things are. Like the golden haze that settles over these ruined towers, a soft hush pressing against the ribs of the world. You can feel it—every step in this city, reclaimed by vines and memory, is swallowed by quiet. There's no hum of traffic, no voices, no songs. Only the wind, and even that sounds distant, almost forgotten.
My name is Kaelen. I have wandered endless corridors of books and dust, searching for... I don't even know what. Maybe just hoping to find a scrap of yesterday, proof I’m not alone—even if only in story. Every day, I move through the silence. Every day, it's the same.
But today, something different. My fingers graze the rubble and close around a surprise—a battered old music player. I brush it off, hesitant. It's heavy for something so small. There are scratches, memories here, maybe ghosts.
Headphones. I hesitate as I settle them over my ears, breath caught, heart tight. And then—a sound. A single, impossible note, trembles through me, shattering the silence that has become my skin. I am stunned. Awash in shock and awe. I never thought I’d hear anything again. But in this moment, the impossible is real.
Sometimes, all it takes is one note to remind you the world isn’t finished speaking.



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