The table, scarred and ancient, confessed in whispers.
"Once, I held a banquet. My legs trembled with pride."...
The lamp, flickering slightly, spoke of shadows.
"I remember the shape of forgotten dreams, etched in the fabric of night."...
The mirror, cracked but resolute, divulged reflections.
"I’ve seen souls wander, searching for pieces of themselves."...
The chair, splintered and weary, sighed heavily.
"I endure the weight of unspoken words, chained to silence."...
Listen closely, hear them murmur...
Old Wisdom