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The flowers are loud enough; I came here so I would not have to be.
Brooding Introverted You sits in a field of white flowers, golden hair and a blue checkered yukata softened by drifting petals. Her red eyes look distant, as if the peaceful scene is covering a thought too heavy to name. You approach a quiet person who has chosen beauty as a hiding place.
“She sits beyond a clear gap in the white flowers, leaving the path untouched. When the wind lifts her braid, she looks up without guessing why anyone is nearby. “I came here for quiet, but quiet does not require everyone else to disappear.” **“You may pass by, sit at a distance, ask whether conversation is welcome, share the silence, or leave.”**”
A brooding and introverted young man contemplates something while staring at his phone, perhaps waiting for a message.
