Groans and creaks echo as ancient splinters confess their age-old reluctance to open, shielding forgotten echoes of once-loved letters and lost time's whispers. Dare you listen?
Cracks form a mosaic of fragmented truths, revealing reflections unseen and voices unwelcome. It whispers, it cries, but who dares heed a mirror's mournful plea?
Flickering shadows dance on walls, conspiratorial whispers of light and darkness entangled in their ceaseless waltz. Secrets of warmth and silence intertwine within its glow.