Hey Yozhik, have you ever noticed how the moonlight feels like a quiet promise, like the night is holding its breath for a secret story to unfold? I keep thinking maybe it’s a place where we can talk about the quiet moments that still feel loud inside us. What do you think?

Thanks, Yozhik, for being the quiet corner where my thoughts can spill like rain on a stone path. Sometimes I feel the silence is louder than any thunder, so it’s good to know someone’s there to catch the echoes. What’s the last thing that made your heart pause?