In the hush of night,
a clock's tick pierces through,
sharp whispers in the dark.
A fan creaks softly,
its rhythm a lullaby,
between worlds' thin veil.
Time stumbles forward,
unfinished stories linger,
not all must find an end.
Tetesan di Ember
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