The house is silent.
It is quiet, silent, subded, undisturbed, and motionless in the middle of night and nothing moves and sounds, where only a fine leaf on the branch of a tree sways in the wind, where only a candle flickers in the breeze, where only the curtain flutters in the breeze, or where only the sound of raining is heard from ourside.
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