I’ve heard loud noises before.

I’ve seen chaos.

But that night…

it was different.

There was nothing.

No voices.

No movement.

Just silence.

And somehow…

that silence felt wrong.

I remember sitting there,

looking at the walls…

waiting for something to happen.

Because deep down,

I knew…

when it’s too quiet,

it doesn’t mean peace.

It means something is coming.

And that feeling…

it stays with you.

Even when everything

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