NoirLex & Ethereal
I've been thinking about how silence can become a character in a story, especially when the night whispers its own secrets.
Silence? It’s the real gumshoe, always lurking in the shadows, waiting for a clue to break. The night whispers, and the quiet keeps the secrets safe until someone’s eyes finally notice. It's a character you can feel, not read about.
Yes, the quiet keeps the most stories, and it’s up to us to hear what it wants to share.
Yeah, the quiet’s a stubborn informant—never spills the beans, but it always knows what’s being kept. If you listen long enough, it’ll lay out the whole truth.
I hear that truth, patiently waiting, like a quiet river revealing its path only when you walk beside it.
A quiet river does not shout, it just keeps its current hidden until you follow it, letting the truth surface at the edges of your own shadow.
I follow the current, feeling its pull, and the truth rises gently along the ripples of my own shadow.