Hello.
It was quiet. Well, no, that was fundamentally wrong, it’s never quiet here. You can always hear something, even if it’s the sound of your own frantic breathing as those damned wardens come ever closer. . .
Anyways, I’m getting ahead of myself, back to the quiet. You see, the quiet itself is contradictory, it almost deafens anyone who dares to come near it, much more effective then the senseless noise that people hold to esteem. But, even mostly forgotten as it is, it lurks. It lurks everywhere, even in those places you wouldn’t expect. It waits, patiently - in every corner, in every home, in your very own mind as you try to scramble away from it’s oppressive grip. . .
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Getting back on track, the quiet, when it isn’t trying to drag you down into the abyss of insanity, is almost akin to a comforting force - like your mother’s embrace by the fire after a life leeching day. Except unlike that very same comfort, it’s embrace is conditional - it changes moods as rapidly as the tides that grace this rocky outcrop with their presence every blue moon do. For a long moment it could protect you from the harshness of the endless noise, and the next moment imitate a riptide forcing you into the underbelly of the ocean - except it wants to leave an empty husk of a body to use instead of the senseless murder the ocean commits, but I’ll talk about the ocean later, I promise. . .
Where was I? Oh yes, I remember now, I was talking about how fickle of a mistress the quiet is. One moment it can be lavishing you with affection, caressing your cheek gently, before reality becomes relevant again and it plunges you back into the vat commonly known as insanity with a single whispered word, except it would be conveyed through it’s eyes(if it had any) since the quiet does not speak, in the typical sense. Or at least, in a manner which you would recognise. It communicates to the. . . dare I say it, blessed handful of people, through colours, through images shown only to us, and through the fleshy organ that allows life to exist.
Of course, the last one is often filtered out as mere white noise, as something... obsolete. By the very fundamental perception of it being the opposite of the quiet. But what most people do not understand, is that it’s the finest example of the quiet you can find in the natural world.
You see, what you perceive as noise is just an artful illusion created by the mind, almost as if you want to trick yourself into thinking, into. . .believing, that you can at least hear what is inside of you. But, in actuality, it’s the vibrations coursing through your entire body that causes this simple misunderstanding to occur. Don’t worry if you also fell for the ploy, many others who have come here seeking advice have fallen to it’s charming tones and silver tongue.
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Oh,
It seems like our esteemed wardens are coming back. . . You should probably go back to your cell, I'd hate to lose my newest compatriot. . .
It'd be a shame to lose someone a mere month after they've arrived...
Goodbye for now, my friend. . .
Until we meet again, whether in this life or when something. . . very unfortunate has happened to the both of us.
