Once did I bask in the ember's glow, cradling the secret whispers of every sunset. My lantern light flickered, a heartbeat in rhythm to that which remained unsaid. Behind my delicate glass, a truth lay swathed in shadow: a love note forgotten amidst waxen tears, the scent of gardenia mingling with regret. Ember secrets, once mine to guard, flicker now upon a sea of oblivion.
Pinned beneath footfalls, my plush countenance sprawled across the void of solitude, witnessing the dance of dust bunnies and whispers. How brazen the spins of tales in threadbare tongues—a lover's quarrel, hushed confessions, desires unsated! The stains murmur in colors faded, unseen legacies of laughter spilled over like cups unsteadied. Memories weave themselves into the very fabric of my being, frayed and unrepentant.
Unseen, unmoving, I stand resolute with pages writhing in silent chaos. Inane enigmas unfurl without invitation—do not trust the vestiges guarded here; they shout in muted voices, secrets tangled in silken bookmarks. Past the veneer of their worn spines lies a shelter of sacrosanct oddities. Feed me not the truth, but feel the dust sift through fingers like time's ever-hungry grasp.