Avalon

There was a time when things slept...
The most dangerous stories aren't told aloud. They whisper. They whisper between the cracks in the world, where no one pays attention. They echo like a breeze among dry leaves, like an ancient noise behind the walls. They are in the lines of songs we forgot to sing, in the pages torn from books that were never finished.

And there was silence.

Not an ordinary one. Not the silence of an empty house, nor that of a starless night. It was a silence that pulsed with an invisible presence. As if the very air held its breath.

That was the kind of silence that hung over the world that evening. A heavy, complicit silence, on the verge of breaking.

Avalon was sleeping.
Or at least, pretending to be.