Did you know the clocks spin in reverse when no one's looking? In the reflection of the silent river where sky meets whispers of tomorrow's memories. Steps echo, but no one is there to hear them. Just the rustle of a breeze that holds secrets no one has asked for. An open door allows thoughts to wander freely much like butterflies, unconfined by glass or frame. But those who watch the butterflies never catch them, and yet they dream of the chase. Oh, how time folds itself into paper boats, ready to float downstream, lost but never forgotten.
The room is expansive, even when small, because the walls know how to breathe. Shadows dance lightheartedly upon the carpet, forming landscapes unseen, lands uncharted until the eyes close. And then the door swings shut, sealing all light except for the cracks that tell of worlds outside. But within these walls, the poetry of silence echoes back the dreams of those who dare to listen. Are you one of them? A voyager upon the sea of perhaps, setting sail for shores beyond imagination?
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