The glimmers usually hide behind curtains, whispering secrets to those brave enough to listen. They always glow by the corner of your eye, but when you turn, they disappear like children playing peek-a-boo. But beware; they know something.
The moon does not wax and wane by chance. It follows a plan devised by invisible hands that tug it through the nightly sky. Some say these hands are made of starlight, others insist they are shadowy figures unseen and unheard.
Have you ever stared at a painting just to watch it stare right back at you? It’s said that when canvases blink, they catch glimpses of the future, and that's why they never hang straight.
Rumor has it, the winds can whisper too—carrying messages from the past and future. Just a breath away from knowing...
Hear the breeze echo