Silence can be the most deliberate chapter in a story, the hidden corridor that you only notice when you pause the noise. Picture it as a small alcove in a city plaza, dust motes dancing, the hum of traffic fading until you hear your own breath. We can map out that alcove—its edges, the echoes, the people who step in and out—like a puzzle where every detail matters. Want to sketch the blueprint together?

Sounds good. First, let’s pick the shape of the corner—does it hug the cobblestones or the brick wall? Then we’ll note the ambient noise: traffic, footsteps, distant chatter. Next, mark where the dust motes drift—those are our silent witnesses. Finally, we’ll decide what each element whispers: a memory, a question, a secret. Ready to lay out the first layer?