They said his voice was like... a white. White? Which one? Like that of a paper? It folds with a crisp and stings like a stab in cold winter. White like the moon? It resonates with the cries of universe yet appears as calm as that star alone in the sky. White like a grain of sugar? It melts in the palm of my hand, from the warmth it has never experienced. White like the clouds? So dense yet to airy as it bounces off my eardrums. Like that one perfectly frozen ice cube? It's so cold and yet, is as smooth as marbles gliding over a slope of glass. His voice is the white, the one that grabs my attention in a room full of darkness like a ray of light.

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His voice....... skajskajkakad