Whispers of the Patina

"The old clock spoke in riddles, as if time itself was uncertain of its secrets."

"Do you ever listen to the echoes of yesterday's dreams slipping through the cracks?"

"She wore her memories like jewels, polished and bright but never quite real."

"Some paths are washed by the tides of sleep, where footprints vanish before the dawn."

"Did you hear the doorbell? No, I think we're bound to this room until we understand."