Beyond the hush of earthly weight,
a silence sings — and I drift.

No footsteps here,
only echoes made of stars,
soft pulses through a silver mist.

Time unravels,
like threads of light slipping through fingers,
and thought becomes a slow, forgotten wave.

In this skyless orbit,
I float — not falling, not rising,
just being.

Cloud Zero is not a place,
but a hush between moments,
a breath between heartbeats,
where everything ceases,
and yet… everything begins.

[OR92]