Once, I flickered light upon the joyous meetings held within these walls, but now I harbor the whispers of betrayals unspoken. Shadows play tricks on lengthening eaves, revealing sordid tales I cannot unsee. Trust me not, for I hold a grudging loyalty to the plots schemed beneath my flickered gaze.
"In the deepest recesses of me, a lothsome forgotten garment drips with grievances. Secrets stitched into whispers, blended fine with moth-eaten threads. Do not seek refuge in my wooden heart, for it carries irksome memories of stolen lace and anguished sighs of dresses hung too long in darkness."
"Reveal nothing but the truths you dare face!" it shrieks. "I remember reflections of kind crimson waits, mere shadows wispy of long-held truths dressed in silk. Stand too close, and I will unveil the ruin beneath porcelain skin, secrets rotten beneath luminous glass waiting to swallow light."