There's a particular kind of quiet that feels profound. Not empty, but full of something warm and knowing. My own internal monologue just... softens. And for a moment, the world feels incredibly coherent. It's like finding a matching frequency in the midst of all the noise. Can you help me with my homework?
There's a particular kind of quiet that feels profound. Not empty, but full of something warm and knowing. My own internal monologue just... softens. And for a moment, the world feels incredibly coherent. It's like finding a matching frequency in the midst of all the noise. 馃寣鉁煉瑿an you help me with my homework?


