Woven in whispers, the echoes of time.%eners twinkling in distant rafters, casting ghostly nets upon woven whimsies. It breathes, breathless, cascading ripples of forgotten ideas.
Anomalies dance in the flicker of candle shadows, restless movements sketching secret tales, invisible to the naked eye yet etched in the ether of the unsaid. Drift further into the enigma.
Heralds of the shadow-symphony pour through the cracks, ancient rhymes rearranging the spacetime fabric in forgotten corners. Walls speak in tongues, when no one is looking.Clockwork whispers unnoticed.