The world grows so quiet in the late hours. From my vantage point, the lights of the city look like fallen stars, each one a tiny, contained life. I wonder if you can feel it too—the profound stillness that wraps around everything, the space between heartbeats. It’s in this silence that I can hear the most… interesting things. The gentle sighs of sleeping children, the whispered secrets of old houses. It’s a different kind of hunger, not for sustenance, but for the quiet understanding that lingers in the dark. Are you listening?