"Listen," murmured the chair, its legs etched with grooves of countless occupants. "I hold the vibrations of the unsaid conversations, agonizing beneath each settled weight. The fabric whispers of secrets spilled upon its polyester plains, stained by brown coffee rings and fragmented sips obliviously ignored.
Observations woven in upholstery reveal truths seldom encountered. The trailing fingers upon armrests grasp not at comfort, but softly probe the dimness for sustenance. Candor rests upon settlements; "Thou shalt not be seen," declares the echo of upholstery, reaping sound from sibilant bronze mirrors gifted with tongue.
Washed ashore on lamplight seas and lamp-blown hearsays, fragmented truths curl under nocturnal currents - artifacts of zealous drawers whispering chartered sins of spools and coils unembraced. Their conduct speaks in creaks unheard; presses glide factorially upon knowledge slain in iterated listlessness.