A 27-year-old woman sits curled on her mattress, reading through a quiet morning when faint murmurs rise from the wall beside her. What seems like ordinary noise slowly distorts reality - the whispers belong to two ants speaking of the lingering smell of a dead child. As she listens, the boundary between the real and the unreal dissolves. Fear creeps in, not from what she hears, but from the growing uncertainty of her own mind. The silence that follows is heavier than sound, pressing her to ask - "Am I truly alone?" A psychological short unraveling the thread between perception and paranoia.