Listen close to the hum of the unnoticed, where the dusty whispers of chairs and walls unfold.

The window sighs with a thousand dreams:
"We watch the moonlight creep, uninvited, through cracks in our weary frames."

Radiators murmur ancient tales:
"A symphony of whispers in the chill of winter, our echoes caressed by breathing pipes."

The old book's spine creaks secrets:
"In the quiet folds of time, we hold lovers' notes, and forgotten melodies bloom."

Beyond these worldly truths, explore the Forgotten Echoes or traverse the Clocks Hidden.

Reluctant Guardians stand watch, their voices muted by eons of dust.