For a little while, or what I assumed was a little while because I couldn’t actually tell, everything stayed like that. The panic sunk in. Silence isn’t something that is possible to ever truly attain, unless you’re deaf, because even the planet hurtling around the sun makes a sound. It’s just been there so quietly in the background that most people go their whole lives without realising it's there, because they’ve never been without it. It was so utterly without sound that the lack was blatantly obvious. It echoed around you, and I couldn’t hear myself breathing or the racing that my heart should be doing right now. It was so dark that I couldn’t even find myself. Not my fingers, or my hands, or my head. For all I knew they could be scattered throughout the blackness and I would never, ev
