Secrets from the Root

Have you ever wondered what your chair thinks of your long hours? It sighs, you know. That unassuming desk lamp? It sees everything, from your wildest dreams flitting about to those late-night snack escapades. “Hey,” it whispers, “Is that peanut butter again?”

And let’s not even get started on refrigerators. Organizing the chaos while keeping skeletons—those wilted vegetables—hidden behind the door; they hold grudges, I tell you!

The rug absorbs far more than dirt. It's a vault, a safe house for your regrets—spilled wine, secrets you didn't mean to share at parties... Oh, but fear not! It revels in those stories, ready to unveil them when the world is asleep.

Magnifying mirrors, though—absolute backstabbers. They whisper softly about your insecurities, blowing them up as if it'd be as easy as breathing to shatter your confidence.