The room fell silent, a perfect amphitheater for shadows to waltz across walls greyed with age. A single lamp suffused the environment with a soft hue, illuminating dust motes twirling lazily in the air. Grains of light weaved a tapestry upon surfaces, adhering to memories caught between the layers of time and space.
In this haunting ambiguity, the voice of an object tells tales untold. A broken chair whispers of lost conversations; a cracked mirror reflects laughter that now lingers, ghosts of spontaneity amidst the cracks of reality.
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