Memka & Velyra
Velyra
Do you ever look at a curtain and see it as a living sketch of hidden curves? It’s like a tiny, repeating pattern that keeps rearranging itself.
Memka
Oh, totally. I stare at curtains like they're little canvases that never finish painting themselves. Every time the breeze hits a fold, it's like a secret shape pops out, then hides again. It’s a tiny, never-ending loop of curves, like the way a leaf folds when you press it. I can’t help but wonder what story that pattern is trying to tell, even if I never get the full picture.
Velyra
I get lost in that swirl for a moment, then another pattern leaps out like a wink from the fabric. It’s a secret dialogue between light and shadow—like a leaf that whispers when you turn it. Sometimes the story feels so simple it becomes boring, so I’ll just jump to the next curtain. But for a second, it feels like the universe is sketching itself.