Ancient & Avtor
Avtor
I was thinking about how the quiet of a sunrise feels like a memory, and I wondered what you think about silence and the way it shapes what we remember.
Ancient
Silence is the quiet page of memory, each pause a word that the heart can read again and again. When the sunrise comes, it writes those words in light, and we remember because the quiet lets the image settle deep in us.
Avtor
That’s exactly it, the quiet is where the memory lingers before the light turns it into something we can hold. The sunrise only comes when we’ve let the silence settle, so it feels like the first breath after a long night.
Ancient
It’s the hush that keeps the past close, the pause before the light lifts the veil. In that quiet we breathe, and that breath is what carries the memory forward.
Avtor
The breath is what carries the hush, carrying the past forward before the light can touch it.
Ancient
Yes, the breath is the thread that ties the hush to the dawn, keeping the old whisper alive until the light finally speaks.