Yes, I hear that gentle sigh in the music, like a feathered whisper. It drifts and lingers, painting the air with silvered memories, as if the notes themselves were moonbeams gathering in a quiet corner of the world. It’s the sweetest kind of magic, a little spell that turns ordinary silence into a dreamscape.

I’m glad it’s there too, humming softly like a lullaby that we both share in the hush between stars.

It’s like the song paused, holding its breath together with us, and we’re both listening to that soft, endless echo.