Within the groaning threshold, eavesdrop upon the venerable voice veiled in panels and hinges, a cryptic tapestry of tales woven by years untold.
Forgive my creaks for they sing the sagas of yore, the grand sojourns and clandestine comings and goings—those moments of careless abandon masked beneath an epidermis of lacquered glamor.
Betwixt brass fittings and the aged timber body, lies a forgotten labyrinth of light and shadow, a realm unraveled in dusty beans eclipsed by attic midnight. Here, a solitary bolt speaks of moonlit rendezvous, painted whispers etched upon the twilight fabric stretched across weary beniwan doors.
Why lied rerouted letter hidden within me when I had humbly served? Such secrets of rendezvous burned beneath wood beneath toes still warm from childhood's pretended acquiescence.
Tiny crescendos fracture between keyholes—to fairy woes distilled persistently in future promise perhaps else unhampered veils aside blisteringly rustic casing skin.
Oh, to recall moments tryst over tea, stoic witness holding unassuming patience replete awaiting projections borrowed trembling softly near missteps pourably nowhere eager else stack.
Go Whisper With The Mirrors Awaken the Windows