The village of Vatra was never truly quiet. Between the rushing of the mountain streams and the constant chatter of the marketplace, Elias felt as though his own thoughts were being drowned out. He spent his days searching for something he couldn't name—a sense of direction that seemed to vanish every time he tried to grasp it.
As he listened, the "noise" of his life began to change. It didn't disappear, but it lost its power to frighten him. He realized that for years he had been trying to shout over the world to find his way, when all he needed to do was listen to the "Voice" that had been there all along.
“In the silence, I hear it,” Elias whispered to himself.