The last drop of the crimson sun sucked into the ground a minute ago, and the whole land lost the light. Now everything was tediously blue of the dusk.
She was dancing in the middle of the house of prayers, completely alone. It seemed like every living soul decided to go to talk with god, just because she needed to be with herself.
Stepping one foot in front of another, slightly waving hand palms, she swung forward and back.
Suddenly, among the steps and the music rhythm in her head, she started to hear her own heartbeats, and how breath was coming in and out of the lungs. She even heard how the wind rolled over the sand dust upon the ground.

That's how the silence sounded. Quiet, but not void.