I came seeking silence. I first enjoyed the peace of no one talking or making movements. Once I felt that there was no noise around me, I was quickly proven to be incorrect. My ears attuned themselves to a distant dull roar. It was almost inaudible and felt like I could be imagining it or hearing it from within my own being. As I listened more closely, the sound became louder and more intense. It was not a consistent sound; it ebbed and flowed unpredictably. The louder periods of the noise seemed to be rushing with great urgency. It was not a high-frequency sound, but the great intensity still made me perceive it as very piercing. The place I stood in was much more resonant than I expected and I would hear the more intense rushes of the noise echo for a moment after they ebbed away. There was also another light popping noise intermingling with the roar, providing an intriguing contrast. This noise never produced a consistent rhythm, although sometimes it felt close. The two sounds wove themselves together and overwhelmed my auditory senses. I came seeking silence, and instead I found beautiful noise.