In the meantime the strike is over, with a remarkably low loss of life. All is quiet, they report, all is quiet.In the deserted harbour there is yet water that laps against the quays. In the dark and silent forest there is a leaf that falls. Behind the polished panelling the white ant eats away the wood. Nothing is ever quiet, except for fools.
The end of the strike brings a surprising sense of peace, as there has been minimal loss of life. Reports indicate that calm has returned to the environment, with the once-bustling harbor now deserted, save for the gentle sound of water against the quays. In the stillness of the forest, a single leaf falls, signifying the quietness that envelops the surroundings.
However, this tranquility is deceptive. Behind the scenes, unseen forces are at work, such as the white ant slowly consuming the wood behind the polished surfaces. This underscores a deeper truth: true silence is elusive, and those who believe they are in peace may be ignorant of the ongoing struggles and decay around them.
