What’s the quietest moment you’ve ever photographed?

I keep thinking about the second after the vows, when everyone just… stops. Not breathless, not crying—just still. The groom’s hand is still on the bride’s wrist, but they’re not looking at each other. The officiant has already stepped back. And the light in the room shifts, like it’s holding its breath too. I didn’t even press the shutter. Just stood there, feeling how much silence can weigh. What’s the quietest thing you’ve ever seen—or missed—because you were trying to capture it?