If you can listen for long enough, you start to hear them speak. Every strike of the palm forms a consonant and every resonance a vowel. It’s a language all its own and despite not knowing a word they say, you still understand because their inflection is perfectly clear.

Their voices overlap each other, all trying to tell you something different. You realize, however, that these are all different parts to the same story. You sit and you listen.

The story always ends with the same silence.