Tucked beneath the roots of an ancient tree lies the forest's secret archive. Buried long before the townsfolk spoke of the cursed woods, here, inanimate objects reveal their stories. Secrets without voices, now audible only to those who dare listen.
The mirror, once bright and eager, now gathers dust in the depths of a forgotten attic. Its tales speak of lovers departed and shadows that dance in the twilight. What it sees, it keeps—the secrets of broken promises and reflections that never spoke back. More secrets
An old book, pages yellowed and words blurred, writes of secrets louder than silence. It tells of forgotten languages, and the sins of knowledge untold. Beware its grip, for it binds you in syllables of truths too heavy to carry. Hidden within