In a dusty corner, I found a doll with eyes that blinked without blinking. It whispered secrets only the moon could understand.
A clock ticked silently, its hands long gone. Time stood still in the attic, and yet, I felt the hours slip like water through my fingers.
Words appeared only when I closed my eyes and imagined. Stories of lands unseen, woven with threads of light and shadow.
I stumbled upon a garden where flowers spoke in colors and the sky listened. Dreams bloomed and withered in the twilight.
A door stood ajar, leading to a path unknown. I dared not step through, but the call of 'elsewhere' was a siren's song.