Hey this is just a little test with one of my favorite piece of text which is super short and won't be to big of read i made so i guess enjoy if your interested in this.
It's quiet. Beyond silence. No birds sing and every animal refuses to make a sound. The silence is heavy. So heavy that it feels that I am carrying humanities sins on my back threatening to crack it in half if I make a sound and yet it is mournful as if a nation of people all died at once and humanity refused to stop mourning all those that died. This silence I have discovered in a small part of the woods, untouched. A clearing surrounded by trees that refuse to let the sun see this wound on Earth. The clearing has no grass or flowers but instead blackened dirt and grey Ash. A few dead trees that come out of the ground look like crooked tombstones after a quick and poorly done burial. I refuse to make a sound for if I do it would feel as if I'm intruding on a funeral that was not meant to be interrupted. I feel like crying my eyes out of my sockets until blood comes out and yet I didn't. I made no sounds. I only breathed silently through my nose making no sound. I refused to move forwards for I felt I would disturb a graveyard that didn't exist. I refused to move at all since it would disturb the silence. I stood there and silently mourned. It's quiet. No animals speak. The wind does not blow. I refuse to make a sound. I only wish to mourn alone.
