The teapot perched on the edge of the dusty bookshelf seemed oddly out of place, its chipped spout pointing accusingly at the forgotten novels beneath it. It was a pale green, once vibrant, now faded into the dull hues of neglect. A faint floral pattern curled around its surface, the blossoms nearly rubbed away by years of handling that no longer occurred.
Below it, the books were stacked haphazardly, their spines cracked and yellowed, each one a quiet monument to unfinished tales and paused adventures. The shelf sagged slightly in the middle, burdened by the weight of stories it cradled, while a spider spun a fragile web in the corner, a delicate silken reminder of time's relentless passage.
Yet, despite its stillness, the teapot seemed alive—like it was watching, waiting for someone to pick it up again, to pour out not tea but memories, to remind the room that even forgotten things have their stories.
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