Do tales hold truth as much as shadows ensnare light? There lies the spherical harmonica, with a frequency erratic and ever-changing, lost once in vastitude of human noise. Its gentle whir can only be heard by those with dreams far larger than the waking.
Invisible Capers
Spotted once in the archives of forgotten things: The Invisible Umbrella. Not designed to protect its owner from rain or sun, but rather, to provide silence beneath unheard aural mutations. Ecos of soft murmurs linger in its wake.
Finally, the infamous World Skin Patch. Donated unknowingly by a traveler, its fragmented scales flicker with infinitesimal poufs of color, a reminder of nooks untouched by human whim.