There lies a tale in every forgotten drawer, a tale of betrayal and longing, penned by objects that refused to remain silent. For centuries, the journals of the dusty clock have ticked out secrets not yet known to the living. "Tick-tock," it whispered, "but you never listened."
Among these clandestine voices is the weary specter of a once-bright mirror, tarnished by secrets of its own:
"Reflect not always the truth," Lisa murmurs through her foggy edges. "I've seen a thousand faces yet truly understand none. Tell the world, I long to weep but my reflection remains stoic."
Seek further into the cryptic realms of inanimate whispers: