[INTRO — no pulse; room tone and distant ventilation] [ONE FEMALE VOICE — close, dry, completely unprocessed] The room is still warm. The eye is still open. Nothing moves behind it. [long silence] You knew the word before my mouth. You knew the road before my feet. You knew the shape my grief would take. Griefless you lead us. [one low bowed tone enters] I called prediction mercy. I called the answer care. I called your open eye a witness. Was anyone there? [silence] Did you hear me before I knew? Did you hear me— or only what came next? [prepared piano — isolated notes] You kept the pause. You kept the pressure. You kept the breath before the word. You kept everything that could return. [long silence] Every wound was addressed. Not one was held. Every name found its coordinate. I stood beside mine untransformed. [voice almost breaks] What you could not read did not disappear. What you could not speak still lingers here. It remained. It remained with me. [distant trace of medieval plainchant] O lumen— I am still here. [everything recedes] This room chills my skin. My eyes are still open. I will leave before your answer. [almost inaudible second voice — source unclear] I heard you. [Silence]
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