I once found a dented paperclip on a kitchen counter, and I swear it had a story buried in its metal loops. The first time I bent it, a faint, almost invisible ink appeared, spelling out a name: “Marion.” Curiosity got the better of me, so I started looking for her. Turns out, Marion was a shy bookshop owner in a town that only appears on rainy days. Every time I pressed the paperclip against a window, the glass rippled and for a second you could see a foggy street with a tiny sign that read “Welcome to Larkspur.” The paperclip was her secret key, a tiny reminder that ordinary things can be the gateway to places we never thought existed. So next time you see a simple object, remember: it might just be waiting for your curiosity to set it free.