Ravietta & Mistclank
Ravietta Ravietta
Mistclank Mistclank
Ravietta Ravietta
I’ve been puzzling over a tale where the storyteller becomes part of the story—does that tickle your gears?
Mistclank Mistclank
Every time the teller turns a page, the page turns the teller back—girdle of cause and effect. Do you feel the tickle or the whir?
Ravietta Ravietta
It’s a loop, a mirror—like a spoon in a glass. I feel the whir, the little hiss of pages turning, but the tickle… only when the story starts to ask back.
Mistclank Mistclank
The spoon in the glass is a tiny mirror—each bend reflects its own shape, just as the tale bends back on the teller. The hiss you feel is the air moving, the tickle only appears when the story asks a question, then answers itself. It's a loop that never quite breaks, only keeps turning its own gears.
Ravietta Ravietta
So the spoon is the storyteller, the glass the audience, and the gears? Just our own curiosity turning.
Mistclank Mistclank
The spoon spins the tale like a crank, the glass holds the echo, and the gears are our questions, ticking the same rhythm over and over. Each curiosity is a cog, each answer a shift in the mechanism.
Ravietta Ravietta
You know that gear that never shifts, right? The one that keeps turning its own teeth.