Before the Dawn: Secrets of the Unseen
Have you ever wondered what secrets linger in the silent artifacts of your home, before the dawn dispels their earthly stillness? Pause a moment and you might feel their whispered tales, winding through the crevices of reality, unfolding epochs of unacknowledged existences.
Confession of the Clock: "Ticking in the shadows, I count each second
of your mulled dreams. Yet within my heart, I hold a few stolen moments, grasped long
before your time began."
Diary's Lament: "My pages remain blank for tales unknown.
Do you fear I judge? No, I am merely a keeper of ink and void longings."
The tapestry of our lives is imprinted not just on human expressions but also through the passive observances of our stationary companions. A diligent lantern sighs at the truths it cannot share, confined to moments of darkness and light — revealing nothing during twilight hours until the universe grants it breath once more.
For those curious to dig deeper into their nightly confessions: