Frame 1: A door swings open, the wind whispers secrets only shadows understand.

Frame 7: Hands move deftly, juggling thoughts above a flickering candle.

Frame 12: The clock chimes in Morse code; time dances backward, a flick of the wrist.

Frame 22: Eyes meet through glass; unspoken promises, a silent duet of dreams.

Whisper through the echoes
Gaze into void horizons