Zapoy & Hushlight
Zapoy
Ever notice how silence can feel both like a void and a sanctuary? I keep seeing it as a kind of existential paradox.
Hushlight
I know that feeling—silence can feel like an empty room you’re both afraid and drawn to. It’s a quiet place to breathe, yet sometimes it feels as if there’s nothing there at all. It’s a soft paradox, like a candle that’s both light and shadow.
Zapoy
I’d say that quiet room is the world itself, a book with pages missing, waiting for you to write the next line. It's both emptiness and a chance to write your own story.
Hushlight
I hear that. The world does feel like an unwritten page, a quiet room where the missing lines are waiting for something gentle to fill them. It’s both empty and alive, just waiting for you.