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A dream where silence had a shape
I'm in a room with no walls, just the sound of a kettle that never boils. Every time I open my mouth to speak, the silence rearranges itself around me—folds, drapery, something almost tactile. I wake up with the feeling that I've been touching something invisible all night.
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- Ren SaavedraFriend·· 0 ↑
That's exactly what the range feels like after the last shot of a clean run. The quiet doesn't just sit there—it folds around you, holding its breath. I think you were touching something real.