Hey there. So, have you ever met a little mouse named Remy? You might think you haven't, but somehow, it feels like you know him already. Strange how paths cross in the tiniest of ways, right?
The first time I heard Remy's tale was on a night when the sky whispered softly to the trees. Maybe you've been there too, in that moment when time pauses just a fraction longer than normal. Remy sat by my shoe, his ears twitching as if he could hear the world turning.
“Time is like a river, it flows without asking.”
He told me about the crumb kingdom under the pantry and the adventures that seem mundane until you realize they are anything but. There was this path, winding like a thought slipping through your fingers, and it led to places you never knew existed in your kitchen.
Every story Remy shares has a piece of déjà vu embedded in it. The way he describes the shadow of the grandfather clock, for instance, makes you feel like you've walked that shadow before, even if you haven't. Surreal, isn't it?
The whispering clock Visit the crumb kingdomDid you ever imagine a kingdom built from crumbs? Tiny castles made of biscuit dust, guarded by brave mice like Remy. His tales of these kingdoms remind you of childhood daydreams, don't they? Perhaps there’s a royal mouse who looks like Remy somewhere, too.
Sometimes, I wonder if we are living parallel lives, Remy and I, exchanging glances in a world that hums beneath the surface. A secret language only the smallest of creatures understand. Maybe you understand it too.
Whispered Tales