The Old Drawer: Echoes of forgotten letters linger in dust, their ink eroded away by time. Secrets of the stories untold, trapped between the wooden slats, long to be freed at dawn.
The Clock: "Ticking without a purpose, I keep the rhythm of dreams, my hands spinning in circles, longing for a time when moments weren't hollow." [Read more].
The Shoe: "I have walked paths untaken, across lands invisible to the eye. My soles wear thin from the weight of journeys unmade." [Journey].
The Mirror: "Reflecting secrets that never see the light, I dream of faces unknown and stories unseen, caught in a web of glass and silver." [Reflect].