"Above me, they tread with careless ease, oblivious to the echoes of centuries I cradle beneath my slats. Hear the whispers of the silent rooms and the groans of wood aged beyond decay. I know where the shadows sleep at dawn, where footsteps never return."
"Lodged in forgotten doors, I am the keeper of secrets, the warden of passage. Rust clings to me like sorrow to a widow. Open, they say, but I do not choose whom I unlock. Whisper the names of those who fade, who plead from behind me, locked in endless twilight."
"The last moonlit gaze reflects those who dared meet their own visage. Each shard within me holds an eternity of whispers. Watch, I say, as they disappear behind forgotten veils. In the glass, I am the witness, bound to the specters of what once was."