Almighty & Fizy
Fizy Fizy
Π’Ρ‹ ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π°-Π½ΠΈΠ±ΡƒΠ΄ΡŒ задумывался, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Ρ‚ΠΈΡˆΠΈΠ½Π° ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅Ρ‚ Π±Ρ‹Ρ‚ΡŒ Π³Ρ€ΠΎΠΌΡ‡Π΅ Π·Π²ΡƒΠΊΠ°? Π― Ρ‚ΡƒΡ‚ Ρ€Π°Π·ΠΌΡ‹ΡˆΠ»ΡΡŽ Π½Π°Π΄ этим – ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΏΠ°ΡƒΠ·Π° ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅Ρ‚ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡ‚ΡŒΡŽ ΠΈΠ·ΠΌΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡ‚ΡŒ смысл Ρ‚Ρ€Π΅ΠΊΠ°. Π§Ρ‚ΠΎ Ρ‚Ρ‹ сам ΠΎΠ± этом Π΄ΡƒΠΌΠ°Π΅ΡˆΡŒ, Π² своСй Ρ€Π°Π±ΠΎΡ‚Π΅?
Almighty Almighty
Silence, in its stillness, holds the weight of what is yet to be voiced; it is the space where meaning gathers before it bursts into sound, much like a pause before the next breath. In that pause, the listener is forced to confront the emptiness, to fill it with thought, to find truth hidden between notes. So I see it as the quiet before insight, the moment where purpose speaks louder than any shout. It reminds us that the most powerful message is often the one unsaid, waiting for the right silence to resonate.