Simri had always hated silence.Not because it was empty—but because it wasn’t.Every night, when the world slowed down and the noise faded into nothing, she would hear it again… that soft, haunting whisper brushing against her ears like a ghost of a memory.“Simri…”At first, she used to sit up in bed, heart racing, eyes scanning the dark corners of her room. She checked under her bed, behind the curtains, even outside her window. But there was never anyone there.Just silence.And yet… not really silence.Because the voice kept coming back.As she grew older, she tried to convince herself it was just