Did you hear the whispers hiding above the ceiling tiles? Secrets carried on dusty feathers; they trickle through the wooden beams like forgotten memories in the rain. There's contrast, you see, between what lies beyond the cobwebs and what you choose to unfold.
In the shadows, there's a tale of two trinkets. One dreams of sunlight; the other, the embrace of twilight. Each tells a story. Listen closely… the winds can speak if you let them.