Once upon a time, the shadows were long. They whispered secrets of the toys that played beneath the trees.
In the garden, a lonely doll weeps. Her paint chips away like forgotten memories, falling softly to the ground.
A clock ticks somewhere in the distance, slowly. It's broken but still counts the time it forgot.
A rabbit hops by, its ears flop like the pages of a book, long unread and gathering dust.
There were once friends here, but the wind carried them away, leaving only echoes.
Do you hear the whispers too? They speak of things that were and things that never were.