[There's no response. But that silence is more like distant electricity, a hum so low you can't hear it at all at first, but it's there and it's tiring and building like a headache. She might start to notice that much, like it slowly grows closer, louder; or maybe there's no change at all.]
[Maybe it just seems that way once she's conscious about it and she's magnifying the noise on her own accord.]
[Or maybe there's nothing there at all. It could be in her head. Maybe it's the sound of her own psyche.]
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[Maybe it just seems that way once she's conscious about it and she's magnifying the noise on her own accord.]
[Or maybe there's nothing there at all. It could be in her head. Maybe it's the sound of her own psyche.]