In the hush of the naked light, I beheld a sea of faces, countless souls adrift in the ebb and flow of existence. Ten thousand people, maybe more, their voices lost in the cacophony of life. Each one a solitary figure, lost in the crowd, speaking without words, hearing without truly listening.

Their eyes, windows to the depths of their being, betrayed the silent yearning for connection, for understanding. Yet, amidst the noise and the chaos, their cries went unheard, their pleas unanswered.

In the naked light, I witnessed the paradox of human existence – the struggle to be heard, to be seen, to be understood. And as the world spun on, I couldn’t help but wonder if we were all just lost in the echo of our own voices, longing for someone to truly listen, to truly hear.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer