Echoes Inside: Secrets From Inanimate Objects
In the silent corners of rooms, when the winds sing through unsuspecting nooks, a muffled murmuring breaks the stillness;
secrets are whispered, untold narratives locked within structures of age and steel.
The Old Wardrobe
“Year upon year, I safeguard the unrepentant sins of my owner's youthful escapades caught among soiled boots
and forgotten trinkets, hidden beneath layers of mothballed fabric. Shadows of unacknowledged yearnings tread through my scopes.”
Rusted Door Hinges
“We shriek together at the intrusion of unwelcome guests; our metallic voices echo tales of passages
and clandestine meetings under the veil of darkness. Each creak narrates a history we're sworn to guard.”
Listen carefully to the steeple of the clock, whose heart ticks with primal secrets.
The Golden Hourglasses
“Fixed and fervent, we've embraced stolen glances across the shelf, preserving kernel memories untouched.
But entwined in our sands lies time miscounted, evoking anticipations, thrills, shard memories trickling down crystal winds.”
A vulnerability unveiled through whispered connections. Do stop by the secret chamber where relics converse in echo-laden harmony.
Burnt Candle Stubs
“Our frail echoes, tangled in burning wicks, anticipate their embered confessions yet timid have we grown, despite
heated encounters with illicit secrets protrude through our melted silhouettes.”
And we stand, resilient, untouched and mute until they find light