Listen closely, it's not what you think.
Beneath the layers of varnish and dust, the old wooden chair confides its secrets—stories the humans won't let themselves remember. Of whispered arguments and silent cries, it knows every detail but dares not speak until asked. Ever so softly, it echoes the sound of forgotten joys long since replaced by routine silence.
The mirror, too, has its tales. It watches, silent and still. In the quiet moments when the room is empty, it catches glimpses of dreams unvoiced and fears unveiled. It sees the truth behind every smile and the hidden scars beneath the skin. Locked within its frame, it holds reflections of reality that words can't convey.
The clock ticks, relentless, never pausing for the secrets of time it keeps. It knows the hours lost in thought, the fleeting moments missed when life edges toward the unremarkable. Beneath its face lies the heartbeat of existence, echoing endlessly, reminding those who listen that even its silence speaks of untold stories.
Would you like to hear more? Perhaps whisper to the secrets of the cupboard, or sit with the old chair a while?