He didn't know if it was because of his unsightly medley of forbidden songs that even this haunted place couldn't bear, but the second he finished the last high note, the space plunged into a baffling silence.
How silent it was? Simply put, Motan suddenly couldn't hear his own singing, footfalls, breathing, or clapping. Yes, he awkwardly managed to sing and clap simultaneously.
Motan immediately stopped in his tracks, and after swearing a string of obscenities, he judged by the vibration of his vocal cords that he was indeed making noise, he just couldn't hear it anymore.
[Lost hearing, huh? I wonder if it has to do with the song I just sang or if it's a rule of this space. I should be about one-fifth of the way down this path. If that's the case, then maybe…]
He suddenly burst into a delighted grin and in the absolute silence, he started to sprint down the path, doubling his initial speed at least!
[If that's the case, five…four…three…two…one... Huh?]