Witch & StitchAge
StitchAge
Have you ever noticed how each thread in an old tapestry feels like a tiny secret, almost whispering a story you can’t hear until you follow its path?
Witch
Yes, each thread is a quiet river, carrying a story that only reveals itself when you follow its hidden current.
StitchAge
I can almost taste the scent of old paper, can’t you? Let’s trace that thread together.
Witch
The scent of old paper is a doorway, and we walk it together, thread by thread, letting the story unfurl.
StitchAge
Every wrinkle in the parchment is a breadcrumb; just one more careful hand and the whole tale will lay open, no need for grand gestures—just steady, precise stitches.