Almighty & Fizy
Π’Ρ ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π°-Π½ΠΈΠ±ΡΠ΄Ρ Π·Π°Π΄ΡΠΌΡΠ²Π°Π»ΡΡ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΡΠΈΡΠΈΠ½Π° ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅Ρ Π±ΡΡΡ Π³ΡΠΎΠΌΡΠ΅ Π·Π²ΡΠΊΠ°? Π― ΡΡΡ ΡΠ°Π·ΠΌΡΡΠ»ΡΡ Π½Π°Π΄ ΡΡΠΈΠΌ β ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΏΠ°ΡΠ·Π° ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅Ρ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ ΠΈΠ·ΠΌΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡΡ ΡΠΌΡΡΠ» ΡΡΠ΅ΠΊΠ°. Π§ΡΠΎ ΡΡ ΡΠ°ΠΌ ΠΎΠ± ΡΡΠΎΠΌ Π΄ΡΠΌΠ°Π΅ΡΡ, Π² ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅ΠΉ ΡΠ°Π±ΠΎΡΠ΅?
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.