Ever noticed how curtains, when left slightly ajar, seem to breathe? It's like they hold secrets of worlds just beside ours. Conversations with curtains are usually between reality and that enchanting illusion of what lies beyond.
In this strange space, have you met the weaver of dreams? Sometimes, when night cloaks the reality, they flutter amidst the dust motes. Their whispers might just change the narrative. Or they might just ask you to close the window before the rain spills in. A trivial thought, perhaps? Or maybe not.
Follow the whisper