From the corners, shadows creep, clutching at the remnants of forgotten lace.
Time spills over the edges, painting and erasing in bustling contrasts.
The walls resonate softly, bruised echoes adorned with dust's silver kiss.
Lost petals tumbling through spectral streets, emptiness their only companion.
The clock smiles, wheels rusted beneath its tickless gaze. A lattice of strange demise.
Whispered Truths