Lirik Silence Novels & Stories

She opened her mouth. Nothing came out. The Silence pressed harder. Kael dropped beside her, gripping her shoulders. “Sing with me,” he said. He started low, rough, off-key. Aria followed. Her voice was a whisper at first. Then stronger. Ash joined in, cursing and singing at the same time. Lir, tears streaming down his face, added his voice. Sound filled the circle. Weak. Broken. Human. The Silence recoiled. The mist pulled back an inch.

There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you If there is a morning to come I wish I could hear you again, hear you I can only see your smile Stay in the room There is no one like you Be who they are You are the sun in the rainy season And on my cloudy morning There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you Be who they are There is no answer to the question Why you matter There is no one like you Be who they are There is no one like you Be who they are Just like Rolling in the Deep, Sila ended quickly, Annie who’s about to dance doesn’t come out also so we went s

But in truth, it was Ereya—the Listener—breathing softly between worlds, reminding them all to hear before they speak. And far beyond the furthest galaxy, where no sound or light could reach, the First Silence dreamed again—this time not alone, but humming faintly, content in the endless balance. > “The song continues. The silence understands. And the universe… listens.” ---

The Eater nodded. Slowly. Reluctantly. "Before Aurora." A pause. "Before possibility." The crack widened further. "There was another force." The River shook. The Witness closed its eye briefly. As though remembering hurt. Then it spoke. "The Silence." The name spread across reality. Immediately. Every light dimmed. Every sound weakened. Even the River seemed quieter. As though the universe itself feared the name. "The Silence isn't a being." The Witness continued. "It is the absence of being."

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We’re always worried about the same things. “I am.” At her honesty, I could feel the smile growing. “You’re not alone anymore. You’ll be fine.” I’m waiting for her reply but she remains silent. I’m about to call out to her when the sound of her clearing her throat stops me. “No. I’m still alone.” “Huh? August is with…” “You’re not here.” “...” W-what did she just say?!

Chapter 12 The silence did not feel normal. At first, Aria thought it would be easier. No messages. No control. No voice on her phone. Just peace. But it did not feel like peace. It felt empty. Too quiet. Too still. Like something was missing. She sat on her bed, staring at her phone again. Nothing. No new messages since last night. Since— “Now it is just you and me.” Her chest tightened. She dropped the phone on the bed as if it burned her hand. “This is good,” she whispered to herself. “This is what you wanted.”

Not hers. Strangers. Countless. Births. Goodbye. Wars. Love confessions. Everything. Then suddenly: Nothing. Absolute void. Mara glowed and ripped the view away. “What was that?” Jonas replied deadly. ‘Forget’. Silence. “Not memory.” His voice trembled. “The opposite.” The boy closed his eyes. “We called it silence.” The name seemed to darken the air itself. The city besieged. Lyra whispered: “Don’t speak his name.”

Wren The silence that took over the penthouse during the last three days was not the usual. It was louder than any other thing. It felt like walking through deep water, every movement sluggish, and every breath heavy with the pressure of things left unsaid. After Noelle left, I worked until my eyes burned under the harsh glare of my laptop, losing myself in the Paris accounts, searching for some kind of salvation. But no matter how hard I tried to build my walls, I couldn't escape him.