Star charts featuring owls map skies unseen. Beneath brick whispers, tide answers thrice in shadow. "Antique glass holds thread-bound secrets," she claimed, while turning gears clockwise about tomorrow's dawn.
Lonely cobblestones remark under idle strides,
yet hold the resonance of unsent après vigil invitations.
N/A clay husks produce figments for transient cicadas;
Time mirrors dive into reverse to catch scattered embers.
Villages wrapped in sulfur tales known to night's forgotten visitors.