There's a secret among the shadows of the clock, isn't it peculiar? The way those ancient gears sigh into the night.
Murmurs linger, encrypting days and nights, weaving threads of what-was with the now.
In the corners of luminous dreams, I've found messages, whispered stories stuck in the ripples of forgotten time.
I saw a flicker, like a memory waking up. Did you catch a hint of that too?
We walk paths not chosen, parables told in forgotten tongues.
Have you ever listened closely? The air here yields different truths when touched by the dusk.
It's all here, a tapestry woven from whispered moments. Embrace the shadows where light permits.