The school was silent. Crowded, bustling with life, but somehow silent. Everybody was standing still. Throughout the numerous corridors, classrooms, even toilets, not a single person was moving. Teachers were frozen in their emphatic gestures, made to a class that was, for once, at last, not talking to each other. A group of friends in a small circle around a table. Chatting, but their mouths weren't moving, and no sound emitted from their lips. A couple, both tall, were in the middle of a passionate kiss, holding each other tightly, embracing, in love - but no indication of how much either of them was enjoying themselves could be gleaned from their stone-cold and rock-solid bodies. Someone was reading, alone, in a corner, but his eyes didn't dart around the page, looking for the next happening in the chapter.

Through all of the bustling action that was happening, not a single sound nor movement could be heard nor seen. Even the dust remained the same. Somewhere in the building, however, a key was turning. Slowly, quietly, almost as quietly as the verging-on-dead lifeforms, the door creaked open, and the shadow moved. Playful, happy, lyrical music was playing. It was dark inside. It was happy. Joyful. The sound was tinny. Playing on an old record player.

"You will speak?" came a voice from everywhere, nowhere and somewhere all at the exact same time. Then, suddenly, a loud clang. Noise. Sweet, amazing, juicy, delicious noise. But it was silenced. No sounds any more. "Better." came the voice again, somehow filling the room despite its absolute mouselike softness. It was so lovely, so indescribably slow and soft and melodious and… the door slammed shut. The room was silent. The school was still once more.