Through the creaks of worn floorboards, a tale sidles in: "The old clock ticks backward, they say, whispering secrets of the past."
Silence pauses, nodding at unseen doors. A shadow, perhaps the ghost of tomorrow's echo, murmurs a coded missive: "Safe beneath the hearth, a hidden waltz, two stars write in whispers."
Then, between questions and unanswered songs, the flicker-flick of lantern light reveals a path: Deep within the chamber, the truth glimmers.
Encoded in heartbeats lies the riddle. Touch it and let light reveal: .---- ..--- ...-- ....- ----.
And as the curtain of night downloads, curious shadows continue their dance, seeking out coded whispers and secrets of the twilight.