In a world that screams, I chose to stay silent: stone dissolving into water, into shadows that wander unseen. I listened to the weight of words, then to the trembling heart of the Earth. And there, in that stillness, I understood: even in quiet, I spoke. Nature whispered the simplicity of being understood, and I found comfort in Her quietude. I discovered my voice in the wind that shivers through the leaves, in the river that bleeds silver beneath the night. The mountain roared when I trespassed its sacred solitude, yet I remained, listening. She poured into me a power both fragile and infinite, a gift beyond mortal gratitude.
These words are for Her, for in the hidden cradle of the womb, I felt her echo ripple, singing a lullaby only I could hear. Sometimes, in the hollow darkness of night, I still feel Her calling: a whisper curling through shadows, an echo of silence that trembles like a living pulse.