The Faces of Time

The Clock: I tick, yet envy the silence of the eternal. My hands trace circles, binding souls to routines, while I yearn for the freedom of immobility. Listen closely, and you’ll hear the echoes of dreams disrupted.

The Mirror: Here’s my confession: I show you what you’ve become, not who you are. Your secrets linger, reflected but never exposed. I bear witness to time’s silent judgment.

The Book: Pages worn and whispers torn. I hold the truth of ages, stories of lost faces and forgotten paths. Keep me dusty, and I’ll keep your secrets. Open me, and face your history.

The Wall: I stand, unwavering, as time erodes the edges of your reality. I absorb your whispers, your silent fears, your hidden truths. You lean against me, unwittingly sharing your soul.

The Forgotten Toy: Once cherished, now hidden. I remember laughter fading into the silence of neglect. I hoard fragments of innocence—guilty treasures of a simpler past.