Reveries in the Stillness
The clock ticks gently...
Your eyelids grow heavy like autumn leaves yielding to the inevitable embrace of gravity. As the dusk seeps in, the world outside your window is gradually hushed.
You hear the wind hum a familiar yet eerie tune, a melody woven with threads of forgotten stories and whispers of dreams left unspoken.
Each tick of the clock reminds you of the passage of time, but this time it doesn’t seem to matter. You let go of urgency, of reality, as the hush becomes more profound.
A lullaby like none other weaves through the air, unapologetically haunting, yet reassuring in its cadence. You close your eyes and drift— a leaf in the wind.
Somewhere in the forgotten edges of your mind, there lies a door. Its handle is cold and the door itself is heavy. Beyond it, echoes of laughter, shadows of memories—
remnants of a time untouched by the dawn. You hesitate, feeling the warmth of the lullaby comforting you even as it pulls you towards that door.
As you step closer, the door creaks softly, revealing a flicker of light and the faint sound of chimes. You know somewhere deep down, this place has always been
a part of you—an uncharted territory sculpted by dreams and anchored in sleepless nights.