The Clock: Ticking secrets, whispering moments stolen just before dawn. I know when you bide your time, prolonging the truth beyond bedtime.
The Mirror: Reflecting not just faces but forgotten paths, unspoken desires shimmering just out of reach. I know your truths when you peer too close.
The Bedside Lamp: Illuminating shadows of the mind at midnight thinking. I see your whispers in light and your guarded dreams in shadow, secrets alive in filament.