The city was frozen. A man mid-stride on the sidewalk, his coffee cup suspended an inch from his lips. A taxi’s headlights locked in eternal bloom. No wind. No birds. The only movement was the voices, threading through the stillness like a current.
Not silence, exactly. Silence has weight. This was a vacuum. Sora sat up in her studio apartment and realized she could not hear the hum of the refrigerator, the sigh of the radiator, or the distant wail of a police siren three blocks over. -Clean Acapella- NewJeans - Cool With You
She followed the sound downstairs.