In the quiet chambers of tick and tock, I harbor secrets beneath the gears' gentle embrace. I am the keeper of moments, yet my own pulse is a muffled echo. Listen closely, as I unravel tales of forgotten time. Eons have I spun, yet never have my hands sought to embrace the present, only the past lingers in my tick-tock heart.
"Tick-tock," I whisper, "tick-tock." Do you hear me?
Cross into the realm of shadowsBeneath the gilded words and worn spine, I am a vessel of untold dreams and tarnished truths. Pressed between my pages are whispers of despair, nestled along the ink trails of reflections long muted. I am more than ink and paper, for I breathe life into secrets—untold, untouched, but forever sealed within.
"Read me," I sigh into the void, "if you dare."
Turn the page into another world's whisper