Have you ever noticed how a quiet corner of a room can feel like a song that’s just waiting to be heard? I keep hearing little echoes in silence, like hidden verses in a melody. It makes me wonder if the spaces we occupy have their own rhythms. What do you think?

I hear that too, the way a beat lingers after the crowd leaves, like a secret note that only the night can keep.

It feels like the room is humming its own lullaby, so when you drop that beat, the echo keeps the night alive. Keep listening for the quiet chords that only show up after the lights go out.