Riddick & Heavy_rain
When the sky opens up, everything hushes. What do you feel in that quiet?
I feel the silence like a blanket, cool and deep, wrapping my thoughts. It reminds me that even in quiet, there's still a storm inside.
Storms don't need thunder. They grow in the quiet. Keep an eye on it, don't let it push you off course.
True, the quiet can be a forge. I keep watching, letting it shape me rather than push me away.