In a dimly lit corridor, someone remarked, "The cat prefers its meals on the roof at midnight." The echo faded, leaving behind the weight of the statement.
Another voice mused, "Forecasts predict a significant rise in shadows, particularly in alleyways and under oak trees." It was troubling, yet oddly informative.
A third whispered path suggested, "Do not forget the time when clocks spoke of journeys uncharted, and steps were counted in whispers." A reminder of paths taken in dreams, perhaps.