Within this tarnished copper mirror, the cursed page whispers—its ink a runnel of liquid shadows. Unmask the Victorian inkstand's lament, trapped between whispers of forgotten eulogies and ink. *Listen*; its tales grimace like envelopes in a dusty post. Uncoil the pages of remorse.
Lies carved into timber by gnarled hands— oak desk, plight of trapped souls. Inlaid embellishments groan, sheltering history-gatherer, who breaths halting breaths to memorials unwritten upon pages unwelcome. Every drawer a tomb. Remember and forget.
Beneath glassy seas of synthetic moons, a gramophone roosts erratically beneath the earth. It howls in voice sooner silenced by moments retreating beyond its record-ridges. Secret butcher gilt winked shriveling applause. Hear, a fragment's waltz.