Ever heard a clock whisper in the night? I used to think they were secrets, little messages tucked between the ticks, waiting for someone kind enough—or foolish enough—to listen. I'm here to tell you that those whispers are not just echoes of gears; they are paths, hidden and lost, in realms we barely understand.
Once, a pendulum told me about a door that never closes, despite having no hinges and no reason to bother with opening or shutting at all. It's found in the attic of a house where dreams come to meticulous rest. Would you believe that its knob is made of quartz, glowing faintly with ideas that never quite got verbalized?
Oh, and there's the tale of the cat who walks sideways, through time as much as space. She brings back snippets of conversations with herself, except these are dialogues between clocks from different eras. Tick-tock rendezvous here, where we gather snippets, like lost pearls in a sea of gears.
Fancy yourself wandering through this realm? Why not cross your own hidden path? Embark on the Journey or perhaps, Enter the Secret Gate.