The clicking fades,
slowly at first,
until it’s no longer there.
The noise of the casino melts away,
the colors and lights dimming into the background,
as if they were never truly real.

You stand still, in the middle of the casino floor,
yet everything around you is slipping away, dissolving into quiet.
The absence of sound is striking, almost peaceful.
There’s no need to move, no need to question where you are anymore.

Everything you’ve seen,
the places you’ve wandered,
the strange yet familiar sensations—
they were pieces. Fragments. But of what?
You can’t quite grasp the full picture,
but the need to understand fades with the sound.

The realization isn’t a revelation.
It’s more like a whisper—
a soft knowing that settles in your chest.
It doesn’t matter if there’s an answer.
Maybe the answer has been there all along,
woven into the quiet hum of the journey.

You’re standing still now,
but you feel a sense of completion,
as if there’s nowhere else to go.
The noise, the images, the sensations—
they’re gone, but you remain.
And that feels enough.

The clicking, the hum, the visions—
they weren’t the destination.
They were the path.
And as the silence envelops you,
you finally feel at ease.