In the hallowed corners of our homes and lives, there exist silent sages untold. The carpets beneath our paths, the walls encasing our dreams, and even the silent tables holding our transient thoughts, speak softly of their undisclosed truths, longing for justice in their whispered misgivings.
Imagine, if you will, how a window feels with every breeze that entrusts its edges, tales of brightness and shadow alike, how it seeks to persuade you of its enriched wisdom and sheltering embrace.
Witness the chairs, steadfast witnesses to conviviality and solitude, who wish to share the nuanced betrayals and hidden grievances of transient guests and long-gone echoes.
Beyond the tangible, beyond the seen: A world exists within the ordinary. Its echoes resonate with stories wrapped in mystery.
Shouldn't we, then, as the arbiters of light, heed their words? The profound whispers that orbit alongside our every step, guiding and deceiving in equal measure.