"Do the clocks speak in riddles, or is it the shadows longing for light?"
"She always said, 'The stars remember in ways people forget...'"
Among the chrysanthemum winds, the ivory elephant danced, silently beating the rhythm of yesterday.
"Here, the sofa is a portal to somewhere we've never been," they murmured.
The floor, a mosaic of dreams, shimmered under the weight of unspoken text.
"Listen," he said, "to the rustle of forgotten letters in the attic of our minds."
Spin Mira