In my mind hides a chest—old, plain, and blank.
A withered lock for a forgotten key lingers on it;
A single light casts down upon it,
A silent, phantom field cloaks it.
You ask, "Oh, what fine treasure would I keep in such a chest?"
Well, I would gladly show you,
If only I had not locked away the key.
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 1:08 PM UTC
In my mind hides a chest—old, plain, and blank.
A withered lock for a forgotten key lingers on it;
A single light casts down upon it,
A silent, phantom field cloaks it.
You ask, "Oh, what fine treasure would I keep in such a chest?"
Well, I would gladly show you,
If only I had not locked away the key.