I hold tales of betrayal and secrets untold. Papers meant to shatter lives, hidden within my embrace. My key has turned less often, yet my whispers grow louder.
Uncover MoreI see the passage of dreams during the night, entangling confessions with every tread. My fibers hold whispers of hidden journeys, long forgotten.
Trace the WeaveCountless arguments have been my harmony, nested in the creaks of my bones. I keep the echoes of solace and wrath, more than in any journal ever penned.
Listen to TalesBorn from shadows, words unsaid align beneath the furniture horizon, revealing stolen truths with every dust mote.