I creak not from age, but from a desire to be heard. Underneath layers of paint, I carry stories of every conversation that has unfolded in my embrace.
The Forgotten Clock
Time bends around me. I keep secrets of moments unshared, ticking away silently as the world outside forgets the time it spends with itself.
The Brass Doorknob
I am the guardian of thresholds. I know every whisper of fear and every breath of courage crossing my metallic path, yet I remain unmoved.