SirAU

Hello, I'm SirAU. I like to write.

So… write.as became free again?

The old forgotten wooden clock hung on the wall of the abandoned house, its pendulum motionless and its gears rusted. It had kept time for many years, marking the passing of days and nights. But now, it was left alone, forgotten by those who once cherished it. The only sounds that echoed through the silent house were the occasional scurrying of mice and the mournful creaking of the old clock, a relic of a time long gone.