"Did you find the feathers under the couch? They taste like yesterday's news..."
"I swear, the fridge whispered my secrets back last night." A pause, a fleeting laugh, then silence.
"Her eyes were like faded photographs, memories dancing in sepia tones..."
"I've heard echo chambers lose their sound while dreams linger outside, waiting to step in..."
"The clock strikes thirteen, but time forgot its pronunciation..." The echoes continued.