Secrets of Time

Whispers From The Clock

Once, in a land far, far away, the clocks sang sweet lullabies. But not all songs are heard by the ears. Some whisper in colors and shadows.

Time is a game played without marbles. And the marbles are dreams. Tick-tock, tick-tock, they chase you in circles. Pitter-patter, like rain on a tin roof.

Hidden Paths Silent Cries

"The shadows are long and stretch over a playground where nobody plays.
Hush now, the whispers echo against the winds."

In the village of Clocksworth, there lived a girl who wore shoes made of moonlight. Her dreams spoke, but no one listened, for the night was full of quiet storms.

"A wind blew across the empty streets, carrying stories too soft to touch. There were no footprints, only echoes."

Every tick is a secret, held tight in the grip of time. Some secrets are too heavy for children to carry without dreams. And the stars, they weep tonight.