What’s the quietest moment you’ve ever witnessed on stage?

Not the silence after a big finish—those are loud. I mean the kind where nothing’s happening, but everything is. The light shift just before the first cue, the way a single breath from the actor in the wings can feel like a decision. I keep thinking about that third beat of stillness, when the show isn’t waiting for anything, and yet it’s already moving. What was the last time you felt that?