Did you hear the lamp, trembling in the gloaming? It whispers secrets of things untold, holding shadows in a tight embrace. The desk drawer murmured of forbidden letters, ages unopened, cryptic messages written in fading ink.
In the quieted corner, the solitary mirror confessed to seeing too much, too often. Reflections are weighed, some too heavy with the light's burden of truth. Treasures concealed in walls, whispers that linger.
Secrets shared beneath the soothing glow. Listen close, you just might grasp the murmur of silent silhouettes that brush past the veil of dream, reality stretching thin like a forgotten lullaby.