The Absence That Asked

It began not with a sound, but with the absence of one.

Amidst the cacophony, a single being, a shimmering, soft violet, simply stopped singing.

It didn’t fade or trail off; it just ceased, creating a small, perfect pocket of silence in the otherwise unending chorus.

For the first time, a question was asked not with a voice, but with its absence.

What was this new thing? This… quiet?

The violet being’s silence was a question that demanded to be heard.

And so, one by one, the others began to fall silent, not in imitation, but in curiosity.

They were learning to listen.