Deep, profound, everlasting. A dark room feeds the imagination, completely deprived of external stimuli. Scenes of the past play in the quiet stillness of night.
Memories, decisions, hopes, and fears dance as shadows along the walls. The conscious thoughts fade as sleep gently approaches. The subconscious waxes and wanes in the light a thousand thoughts.
The night passes and lifetimes are lived in the black stillness. Vague ideas and ambitions rise and fall as the hours pass slowly. In the morning, the life of night had ended and all has faded back into silence.
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I like how you talk about two different kinds of silence, the external and internal kinds. I especially enjoyed the part where you talked about how “the subconscious waxes and wanes.” Great word choices!