Seibold - Hush (feat. Garrison Starr) (audio) • Free & Premium

As the first gray streaks of dawn finally touched the horizon, Elias stopped pacing. He realized that the "other side" wasn't a place you went to when life ended, but the version of yourself that emerged after the long night finally broke. The morning light didn't erase the well or the history buried at the bottom of the sea, but it made them visible, turning the terrifying shadows back into simple, harmless trees and stones.

It was a promise of a transition. The lyrics suggested that though the night was full of crying, The ghosts wouldn't live forever; one of these days, he would have to "let 'em die."

"Hush, little child," the voice seemed to sing to the grieving man within him. "Dry your eyes."

He took a breath, letting the silence of the morning finally be just that—silence.

Every time he closed his eyes, his head filled with —not the kind that rattled chains, but the kind that sat at the edge of the bed and reminded him of every word he should have said.

He could hear a voice, soft and steady like haunting vocal, echoing through the empty hallway. It didn't offer grand solutions, only a simple, repetitive command: "Hush."