Sable & Empty
Empty
Hey Sable, ever wonder how silence can become a canvas for our thoughts, like a color we can't see but feel deep inside?
Sable
Silence feels like that hidden hue—soft, almost invisible, yet it fills the space between our words, painting the air with all the colors we’re too shy to shout. I think about how it drapes over the room, a quiet backdrop for our own thoughts to dance in the corners of our heads. It’s a canvas that’s only visible when you close your eyes and listen to your heart.
Empty
I love that idea of silence as a quiet palette, letting the unspoken hues show up only when we truly look inside. It’s like hearing the soft brushstrokes of our own breathing paint the room for us alone.
Sable
That's exactly why I love to sit in a quiet corner with a sketchbook and let the room breathe with me, turning those subtle breaths into tiny brushstrokes that only I can see.
Empty
That sounds like a beautiful way to listen, turning each breath into a hidden stroke that only you can trace. It’s like the room becomes your private gallery, where the quiet shapes up your own story.