In the quiet corners where light barely touches, the walls have ears. They speak in fragments, piecing together the tapestry of forgotten tales. There's a story about a clock that never ticks, yet time moves around it. A woman whispers to the shadows, her voice soft like autumn leaves brushing the ground.
Have you heard of the garden that blooms beneath the pavement? It's said the flowers sing in colors unheard by those with open eyes. Listen closely, and you might catch a note, fleeting as a dream at dawn. The echoes of these whispers linger, waiting for someone to unravel their secrets.
The streetlights flicker in Morse code, sending messages to the stars that paint the night canvas. A boy once decoded them, only to realize the message was meant for him alone. Seek the light, they said, in places where shadows dance.
Do you dare to follow their path? Explore further or perhaps decode the message yourself.