In the quiet of the early morning, before the world stirs, there is a sound that goes unnoticed by most. It is not a whisper, nor a shout, but a steady, rhythmic pulse that has been with us from the very beginning. This is the story of that pulse, the silent rhythm of the heart.
We often take it for granted, this tireless muscle that works without pause, day and night. It asks for nothing but gives everything, a constant companion in our joys and sorrows. Its beat is the first music we ever hear, and the last we will ever feel.
