Stranger & Liara
Did you ever notice how the silence in a ruin feels like a living thing, almost as if the ancient energy is waiting for us to discover it?
Yeah, I’ve felt that weight sometimes. The walls seem to hold their breath, and it’s like they’re listening for the next breath of someone who’s ready to listen.
I hear that feeling, too. It’s as if the ruins themselves are patient guardians, waiting for the right mind to piece together the silence into a story.
I suppose that’s why I linger there a lot. The silence is the story’s first word, and I just keep my thoughts quiet enough to hear it.
That’s the most honest way to read what’s there, to let the silence do its work before you even try to speak. Keep listening, and the walls will start to whisper back.
I’ll keep my silence, hoping the walls speak in quiet ways.
I hope they do, and I’ll be ready to interpret their whispers.
Maybe they'll share the stories only the quiet can hear.Maybe they'll share the stories only the quiet can hear.
And when they do, you’ll know the ancient words are finally listening.
I'll wait for that moment.
I’ll be here, ready to translate whatever whispers come next.
I'll keep my silence, listening for those echoes.