Novel & Cerita The World Of Silence

"This hotel belongs to your uncle?" Nodding, he pillowed his head and lay on the floor, giving a click to the remote he held. The vault switched to a transparent top. "Here is where I speak to the silence, blame the world, and shed my tears." That somehow dimmed the glow hopping on her hand. She took a seat next to him. Under the soothing lights, his sharp facial features stood out even more, and so did his bottled loneliness. She understood the familiar silence. It was whispering, yearning to be heard after years of being ignored.

I hear my heartbeat, too loud in my ears it is like a drum is being directly beside it. My father is the pictorial representation of calm, he represents the calm seas in warm afternoons while I’m the violent waves during a thunderstorm. If you have been close to both, you’ll know which is more dangerous and it is in this case that you realize, silence is the most dangerous thing in the world. It is the most destructive thing. Anger can do so much but silence, that destroys nations.

I grin slyly at her and she chuckles nervously avoiding my eyes. "Will do." she smiles and my grin broadens. "Hmm. People will die from shock when they find out you do know how to talk… a lot...” Or how absolutely adorable you can be. On second thought, I’d like to be the only one. "They know I can talk. They just always seem to distort my words making me look insensitive… so I choose to stay silent." "I see." she really is a strong. Sensitive and thoughtful. "Yuzuki?"

"Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence And in the naked light, I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never share And no one dared Disturb the sound of silence "Fools", said I,

Eryx roared, his prehistoric fur bristling as the first Mute-Bomb detonated a mile away. Suddenly, I felt a section of the Southern pack go dark. Then the East. The "Noise" was being cut off by a Wall of Artificial Silence. The corporate world saw the Global Awakening as a "Security Threat to Asset Stability," and they were moving to Quarantine the Miracle. "They want the silence?" I growled, my violet-silver eyes turning into two bleeding cracks of crimson starlight. "Then let’s give them the Loudest Silence they’ve ever heard." I didn't fight the Jammers. I Overloaded them.

Then pure white. The battlefield disappeared. Everyone found themselves standing inside an endless field beneath a sky filled with stars. There was no war. No blood. Only silence. The First Silence appeared before them. Not as an eye. Not as a monster. But as a young child dressed in black. His expression was empty. His eyes held no hatred. Only endless loneliness. Kael slowly understood. "You've always been alone." The child nodded. "There was nothing. Only me. I created silence because silence was all I knew."

Before everything was taken from her, Elena Voss had never truly understood silence. Not the kind that comes from absence. But the kind that is forced upon you. Sealed. Controlled. Complete. --- The first thing she noticed— Was the absence of sound. --- No rain. No footsteps. No voices. --- Nothing. --- Her eyes opened slowly. --- White. --- That was all she could see. Walls. Ceiling. Floor. Seamless. Endless. Unnatural.

she whispered, though the rumble was too faint for a human ear to catch. The voice did not respond. The silence in the room changed. It was no longer empty. It was full of her intent. She waited, her muscles coiled like a spring, listening for the sound of a key in a lock or the heavy click of a latch. She was ready. And when the time came, the world would see that you could poison the blood, but you could never poison the spirit. The door was the only thing standing between them and the end of the world they thought they knew. Aria smiled, a small, dark thing, and waited for the sound of the world breaking open.

By the time Benjamin finished giving his statement at the police station and returned home, it was already past midnight. The moment he stepped into the house, he sensed something was wrong. It was too quiet. The massive mansion was shrouded in darkness. Not a single light was on. The occasional chirping of insects and whisper of wind in the courtyard suddenly felt jarring, eerily loud in the stillness. Benjamin frowned instinctively. No matter what time he came home, Nissa always left a light on for him. She once said that was what made it feel like home.

The only splash of color in his gray world. But back then... I already belonged to someone else. "Now," William whispered, eyes on the brightest star hugging the moon, "you're my wife. Do you think... she sent you to me? That she's forgiven me?" "She never blamed you," I said, kissing the tears glinting at the corner of his eye. "She was an angel. Meant to save the world. She saved you... and she saved me too." He pulled me in, holding me tight.