On winter nights, villagers gathered in a chapel where no one sang aloud. Yet the air vibrated with harmonies that warmed the stone walls. A skeptic joined them once, confused by the stillness. Only when he closed his eyes did he hear it — a chorus of unspoken gratitude. He left the chapel changed, understanding that silence can be the loudest prayer.
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