In a bustling city where the streets hummed with the cacophony of life, there lived a man named Owen. Owen was a quiet soul, content to observe the world around him rather than be swept up in its constant motion. While others sought solace in the noise and chatter of everyday life, Owen found comfort in the quiet moments—the pauses between words, the spaces between breaths.
As he wandered the city streets, Owen carried with him a sense of peace that seemed to radiate from within. He didn't need to fill the silence with meaningless chatter or idle small talk; instead, he let the quiet speak for itself, allowing the world around him to unfold in its own time.
In the midst of the hustle and bustle of the city, Owen found beauty in the stillness—the way the early morning light danced across the rooftops, the way the autumn leaves whispered secrets as they fell to the ground, the way the stars sparkled like diamonds in the night sky.
But it was in the company of others that Owen's gift truly shone. He had a way of listening—a way of truly hearing the words left unspoken, the emotions hidden beneath the surface. With a gentle smile and a reassuring presence, he offered comfort and solace to those who needed it most, simply by being there and allowing the silence to speak for him.
In a world where words were often used as weapons, Owen's quiet strength was a beacon of hope—a reminder that sometimes, the most powerful messages are conveyed not through speech, but through the language of silence.
And so, as Owen walked the city streets, his heart filled with gratitude for the gift of stillness that surrounded him. For in the silence, he found connection—in the quiet moments shared with others, in the unspoken bonds that tied them together, and in the simple beauty of being present in the here and now.
For Owen, the language of silence was more than just a way of being—it was a way of living. And as he embraced the quiet moments that filled his days, he knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be—in a world that spoke volumes without saying a word.

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Un libro al azar/A random book
FantasyA book with random short stories and some longer stories about a lot of things. You might find some random poetry in there too so don't mind that.