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A million voices scream every day, a million voices want to be heard, a million stories want to be told but not a single ear wants to listen, then those screams turned into silence, those stories were forced to cut their own words. Thus, creates a void of stillness like a lake in the bleak winter, with only eyes left to look at one after another, time itself froze at the bottomless lake.
One day the wind bring the warmness of hearts to melt the lake, whispers started coming out, sentences flew along with time, a beautiful, hopeful picture with sounds of comfort, colours of grace appears in your head that once thought was lost.

-R