It ticked irregularly — not with seconds, but with emotions. Those who listened too long aged faster.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
His canvases aged before his eyes — one minute newborn, the next ancient. Collectors couldn’t decide if they were looking at art or history.
Walls murmured names as people passed. When the house was torn down, the rubble whispered until wind scattered it silent.
A sea made of metal keys shimmered under a thousand suns. Sailors searched for the locks but found only more questions.
People followed it backward for generations, finding only their own footsteps.
One brick loosened itself to see outside. The whole wall followed, collapsing into a view.
No one knew why the mountain vibrated softly at dawn. A monk spent a lifetime decoding its rhythm — and became the echo himself.
Every drop that touched the ground whispered a forgotten name. When the rain stopped, no one remembered who they were anymore.
Travelers say the statues breathe when the wind sighs. Others think they dream of becoming trees again.
The apprentice tries to build a perfect clock that never stops. He fails — and in failure, lives a full life.
A seed chose never to grow, content in its promise. Centuries later, it was still perfect — and utterly forgotten.
In a perfectly round room, a traveler lost all sense of direction — and with it, his sense of self.
