They are mostly hidden away between pages of books and sheets of white paper stashed in shelves, maybe never opened again, forgotten for a while. The green from the leaves begin to turn yellow, the petals from crimson roses turn a mulberry red. The pearl white petals turn a powdery peach as they lay still between pages.
They are hidden away as the mahogany clock ticks steadily, a tint of brown muddying the colours, with time drifting by. A film of fine dust covers the hardbound books and the brass knob on the shutters of the shelf is untouched. They start to fade away tucked in that little space.
They are hidden away and as years have passed, it appears as if those books and sheets of paper no longer exist- untouched and not looked for, they’ve turned invisible to the hands that placed them ever so delicately.
Time is an illusion, they say, but that ticking mahogany clock says otherwise. Each moment passing is a moment further away from those hidden treasures. And then one day, just like any other day, the thick webs on the murky glass shutters are wiped off and a turn of the brass knob with a creaking sound is heard. The shutters open, not without difficulty and a familiar hand reaches inside the dark space. Clearing off more dust, the spines of some hardbound books meet the hand. With trembling hands, the books are taken out and sheets of yellowing paper are found too- folded, almost tearing at the creases, brittle with age.
A cup of freshly ground coffee is brewed and under the arched window each book is opened with bated breath. A faint mixture of lavender and rose wafts from between the pages in the form of crushed memories. The colours are still subtly visible- through the muddy pigment that had flooded the veins of the leaves, petals, and the fragile stems. Pressed between the old pages, almost a part of the books and yellowing sheets of paper now, the mostly hidden away treasures are stirred again.
Translucent intricacies that are crushed but still intact- shape into memories for a moment, before they are tucked away again.
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