The Shadows That Whisper Council
His eyes dropped, a long tired sigh slipping out. The air left him like sand through fingers.
He spoke again, soft like a whisper meant for shadows - "Rafi… what must happen next?" Not really asking the person there. More like the air itself
Stillness filled the great hall, thick and close. Not a sound broke it. High up, daylight slipped away slowly. Shadows grew longer on cold floors below. Fabric drooped from above without movement. A lion's shape caught what little glow remained, quiet like a witness.
A silence settled around him while Ben stayed frozen, gaze locked on the ground like it could whisper secrets through cracks in the stone. Weight pressed down from above - more than just metal - even without witnesses nearby to catch the flicker of uncertainty across his face.
Out of nowhere, a faint buzzing cut through the quiet - gentle, yet wrong somehow.
