Close your eyes and feel the city's noise fall away like a coat you've been wearing too long. Faint whispers drift past your ears like thoughts you almost had, softening the sharp edges of a long day. A buried warmth in the background hums gently, reminding you that rest is not a luxury but a return. This is the sound of letting go — breath by breath, word by word — until your mind settles into the hush of a Peshawar winter noon seen through frosted glass.