In a world deafened by its own voice, we drift among faceless crowds, compelled to sway with the clamor, applauding a procession of fools. We blend into the noise until we forget our own names. We shape ourselves to fit the mold, labeled by roles— until slowly, we disappear. We vanish between the pages of a forgotten book, our essence a hiccup in a speech that never ends. We drown quietly in the chaos of a world that can only hear itself.