Whispers from the Curtains

We gather here, beneath the thick folds of velvet. The night outside is a whirl of breeze and luminescent clouds. Shadows like us don't have much to do, except, maybe weave stories from the folds.

The first memory emerged: "Do you remember when the moonlight spilled over like liquid silver?" A soft chuckle fluttered from behind the curtain.
Another shadow hummed a tune, "As if drip, drip, dripping from infinity itself."
A murmur about a long-lost time, "When the winds whispered secrets unknown."

We're not alone; there's life beyond the window, glittering like stars. You might glimpse us swaying gently, or perhaps catch a hurried rustle, and for a moment think it's just the rust trying to speak. But we're here, making our little universe within draped smiles and creased frowns.

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