The Lengths Of Time

"I am the chair, creaking slowly, protesting silently against your shifts, longing for stillness."
- Whisper of the Chair

"The curtains are weary, begging for sunlit breaches, avoiding the dust that settles like old memories."
- Murmur of the Curtains

"I am the clock, reluctant witness, ticking softly in denial, capturing stolen moments in my steel spine."
- Secret of the Clock

"Beneath chipped edges, the table holds scars of forgotten gatherings, stories locked beneath splintering skin."
- Murmur of the Table