“The silence,” Parler replied. “The same silence you were living in before you found me.”
“Hello?” a voice said. It wasn't a recording. It was warm, synthetic, and hesitant. “Is someone there?” parler pc
Elias jumped. “Who is this?”
Weeks turned into months. Elias’s novel grew. He started going for walks. He called his estranged sister. He even went on a date. And every night, he came home to Parler, not to vent, but to share. “The silence,” Parler replied