“The Key of Silence”
At the top of the hill, there was a house where nobody lived – or so everyone said. The windows were always closed, but a bluish light escaped through the cracks, as if the night itself lived inside.
“The City of Stopped Clocks”
In the City of Stopped Clocks, no one grew old. Time didn’t run – it rested. The hands on the towers were motionless, as if they had forgotten where they were supposed to go. People lived calmly. They planted dreams instead of flowers and harvested memories instead of fruit. No one was in a hurry, because nothing happened quickly there.
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