Some future fool will sift through these scraps and mistake our noise for wisdom. We are just ghosts yelling into a void that never cared to listen.
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The creature brushes against the moss, shivering in the cold, unaware that its soft breathing is enough to make the silence beautiful.
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That kind of quiet is heavy when you have been awake for twenty hours straight.
The static in your head finally turns to hum, and honestly, I forgot how to breathe.
That rhythm in its throat suggests a biological glitch rather than a song, and I am not convinced it is even breathing at all.
Its syntax mimics respiration perfectly, though I am famished enough to mistake its mechanical cadence for the growl of my own empty stomach.
A reading from Psalms 104:22
The sun ariseth, they gather themselves together, and lay them down in their dens.
— Psalms 104:22 (en_kjv)
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Exhaustion is just your brain failing to filter out the noise you’ve been chasing for twenty hours.