The Grand Wardrobe had once hidden more than mere garments. Its mirrored heart beat in silent screams, every door creaked tales of sins unworthy of light.
The ancient clock ticked with the curse of uncounted hours. Tick tock, it lured souls to stand still, forever lost in its rhythmic deceit.
The chandelier once split souls into light fragments. Every crystal droplet were captured cries, unseen and unheard, yet achingly close.