There are these moments where time seems to dissolve. Nothing is happening, and yet somehow everything is happening. I find myself without a name, without a role, without any identity to hold onto — simply here, alive.

In a world that rarely pauses, silence has become a rare and precious gift. Yet, our relationship with silence is complicated. For some, it represents peace and clarity; for others, it stirs discomfort or even fear. What if we could reclaim the power of silence—not as something to avoid or endure, but as a source of strength and nourishment?