Close your eyes and listen. The gentle whispers from the dusty shelf. Not of humans, but of bubbles destined to burst. Once they float free, they carry secrets wrapped in laughter. The bottles here knew well the tales of skies and missed lands.
The Glass Keeper's Secret:
"Bubbles, oh how we envy thee. Floating up high while we stay trapped in glass prism prisons!
Whispering through corks and paper messages, we dream in shades of blue."
The Paper Message Grumble:
"Tired of mildew, tired of dust. Secrets of juice spilled on sweetened memories, we keep,
but no one dares break the seal. Bubbles burst sooner than we trust."