A Soft Wind in a silent place .

The quiet air felt heavy around me. When I tried to move, my fingers gave a faint twitch against my skirt. I carefully lifted my right hand toward the wooden panel beside me. My fingertips lightly brushed the grain of the wood, feeling its dry, grooved surface. A faint, shy whisper escaped my throat—just a soft 'hello' echoing down the narrow passage. I took a steady breath, standing quietly in place, listening to the silence answer back.