In the whispers of grains, through the shivers of time, the oracle speaks...
"I, the chair of forgotten pine, know the secrets of the long and lonely sighs...
"Dare you listen, traveler? My arms were ever open, but whispers were never mine."
The sands trickle, secrets shimmer...
"I, the lamp of ancient groove, flicker with tales of clandestine shadows...
"Bits of wax and wane, cuddled in heat, know who, when, and why they weep."
The sands settle, truths unravel...
Listen closely, for the sands do not lie, and neither do the fragments...
"I, the mirror of dusty gazes, tell stories of reflections unloved and hidden..."
"Echoes of the unspoken, captured in silver, reveal the heart's curtain call."
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