𝓣his voice sits in my chest like a tiny bird whose chirps are whispers lost in the wind. But as the days die, It’s chirps have 𝐆rown into 𝐂rows and its crows into screams and its wings are flapping and soon it will soar across the land and through the clouds, 𝓤ntil it is heard upon the ears of those who have only known Silence. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢 𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐚.