Candles flicker in the forgotten hallways, where echoes of laughter are but a distant memory, weaving through the cobwebbed corners of time.

The clock's hands embrace their dance of entropy, marking moments in a rhythm unknown, as shadows stretch and blend into the dusk.

A lullaby for the sleeping world, sung by the winds, carries the leaves to a somber waltz, a requiem in the sigh of autumn's breath.