As the clock just slipped past the boundary, when objects dared to speak, they hiss and sigh.
Old oak table, cloaked in dust,
murmur softly your whispers:
“I have seen laughter spill, like ink, upon the floor
yet yearn, yearn even for footprints to rest.”
Hear more
The porcelain teapot, arms crossed in irritation,
“Sealed with secrets of lilac and despair,
my handle is a link to fireside dreams.”
Listen closely
Beneath the heavy velvet curtains, whispers grow
“The floorboards carry tales of unspoken love;
of notes unsent and echoes unclaimed.”
Unmask the truth
Inside the clock, where gears gnash quietly,
“Tick-tock our time is stolen, secrets of eternity,
stashed inside the silent guard of cobalt.”
Unravel the enigma