Night & Lastinvader
I always notice how the silence after a fight seems to echo the things left unsaid. What do you hear when the battlefield goes quiet?
Only the crackle of a dying fire, the hum of a rifle left in a trench, and the cold weight of the decisions we made. Nothing else matters.
When the fire dies, the only thing left is the echo of every choice made in that quiet. In that silence, the weight of our decisions feels as heavy as any battlefield.
Silence just shows you the cost of every move. It’s the last thing that tells you if you’re alive or not.