Sometimes the voice is silent, but the heart keeps singing."
---
Every corner of the city…
was no longer silent.
That melody—
that one small flute—
the one that saved a boy—
it stirred something inside the people.
Something had broken.
And something… had begun.
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Silencia — the city where sound was a crime —
was now a place where people had learned
to hear… in silence.
---
When Noen woke up the next morning,
a few people were standing outside his door.
Quiet.
Not saying anything—
just looking at him.
A mother gently placed her child in front of him.
> "Say it… what you felt yesterday."
The boy placed his hand over his chest and softly said:
> "The sound…
it came from inside me."
"It felt like… I could sing too."
Noen couldn't find any words.
---
At that moment,
from far away—
a lonely tune floated through the air.
As if someone was singing…
without words.
It was a violin's sound—
faint… but alive.
Noen rushed toward the alley—
the same place where once,
a girl used to watch him silently through her window.
---
And this time…
the window was open.
And the girl…
stood right in front of him.
She held a wooden violin in her hands.
It was broken once—now patched together.
Most of the strings were gone.
Yet… she played something.
There was no melody.
But there was a vibration.
There was a feeling.
> "I couldn't sing before,"
she said softly.
"But your song… gave me a voice."
---
Her name—Elia.
The ruler's daughter.
But she had taken off her crown.
And she stood in front of Noen—bare, real.
> "You didn't just save a boy…
you gave my world back to me."
---
People started gathering.
Some carried flutes.
Some clapped their hands.
Some came with nothing but their hearts.
One man said:
> "I can't play an instrument…
but I can clap."
A woman said:
> "I don't have a singing voice…
but I can say 'yes' with all my heart."
And for the first time…
in that alley of Silencia,
one song was created—
together.
---
Noen remained silent.
The sky above was cloudy.
Elia asked:
> "Won't you sing today?"
Noen looked at her—
> "Today…
I don't think I need to say anything."
"Today… the voice belongs to all of you."
---
A girl—
who once watched from a window,
was now singing in the heart of the city.
And the people—
who had forgotten how to listen,
were now feeling… with their hearts.
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To be continued…