There’s something sacred about the moment before creation. That still point right before sound, color, or language emerges, before the brush hits the canvas, before the first lyric forms. It’s the breath before a heartbeat, the quiet before the universe expands again. But in the world we live in now, that sacred space has become crowded. Every artist, musician, designer, or thinker is bombarded with noise like data, deadlines, dopamine hits. We’re taught to produce, post, and