Outside the shop, the stars flickered. One by one, like candles in a rainstorm.
He woke up humming. And couldn’t stop. Not Do-Re-Mi. But the final exercise. The silence.
A final exercise glowed on the screen: “El Silencio Absoluto” — The Absolute Silence. A page with no notes, only rests. Whole rests, half rests, quarter rests—stacked like tombstones. The instruction read: “Count the silence aloud, without breathing.”
