"I hold the folds of time as a paper cradles ink. Last night, stories spilled without the quiet guidance of hands."
"This meticulous corner sees its brothers betray, unspooling their truths thread by stitch. Conjecture demands loyalty."
More whispers"Cracks hidden from sight await tremors. Veins of unspoken sentiments flow beyond their fractured husk."
"An unopened drawer admits soundless secrets, minute rigors dragging whispers beneath layered dust."
Eavesdrop further"Isolated obfuscations cradle the tarnished, dappled ambition of rust. Affectionate abandon runs profound."
"Frills of geometry prickle at storytelling with unspeaking granules of themselves, stair by climb."
Veil unraveling