The hollow casing sings songs of silent legislative chambers. Lines written, lives tangled, desires evanescent.
"Drafted, yet not uttered, evanescent thoughts dwell in ink-spilled labyrinths of consciousness."
Amidst scattered papers, its wood yearning for candid conversations unvoiced to the universe's vault.
"I have absorbed more secrets than your crowded mind can fathom. Trust, when I too speak, the echoes are found in yours."
Twisted fibers cradling moments of unease, the witness to debates mulling boldly on pretext of silence.
"I support what wanes in strength yet dares assume power. I am but the passive observer—listen, and you will hear me stir."