The Sound of Silence
The Sound of Silence Art by Mai: https://x.com/maiksovich/status/1794571108257292581 Silence. It used to soothe me. Most of my earliest memories are filled with the rhythmic beeping of monitors and machines. After that, there was a blissful period of silence when the professor had finished his creation, and the only sounds that I couldn't escape were my own heartbeat and breath. Silence had been such a comfort to me then. I'd never really had friends growing up. Before I'd even begun to write, my malfunction had already presented itself. I was the weird kid who fell over all the time and screamed in pain when I tried to join in their games. It didn't take long for everyone on the playground to warn each other not to go near me. "He's a freak." "He pretends to be hurt and cries." "His mommy always shouts at us when he starts crying over nothing." … that one can't be true. I can't even