Yeah, I get that pull. The hush in abandoned places feels like a whisper, almost a secret urging me to dig deeper. It’s the same dread that keeps me awake at night and the spark that makes my words flow.

Yeah, that’s it. The silence in those places isn’t just empty; it’s a raw, unfiltered backdrop that forces your mind to fill the gaps. When you finally let the ideas spill out, they’re sharper because they’ve had to cut through the darkness first.