in the hum of a moment.
where does the melody of silence lead, if not to a song we’re meant to hear?
the room hums softly, a quiet rhythm that lingers in the air like a song you’ve heard before but can’t quite name. everything moves slowly, like a soft piano tune flowing across time, where the notes don’t need to be loud, just felt. it’s in the spaces between the sounds that something beautiful rests, waiting to be discovered.
@saebijungx, everything feels like a song—a gentle melody that’s just for this moment, light and tender, where nothing else matters but the quiet music we’re in. time moves like a soft chord, held just long enough to feel.
where does the melody of silence lead, if not to a song we’re meant to hear?
the room hums softly, a quiet rhythm that lingers in the air like a song you’ve heard before but can’t quite name. everything moves slowly, like a soft piano tune flowing across time, where the notes don’t need to be loud, just felt. it’s in the spaces between the sounds that something beautiful rests, waiting to be discovered.
@saebijungx, everything feels like a song—a gentle melody that’s just for this moment, light and tender, where nothing else matters but the quiet music we’re in. time moves like a soft chord, held just long enough to feel.