Hey, have you ever felt a hidden rhythm in a vintage jacket, like a soft hum that only the old ones can hear? I spotted a repeating pattern in some lace that looks almost like a rune. What’s your take on that kind of secret language in forgotten clothes?

That’s exactly the sort of quiet magic that turns a plain coat into a talisman. If you pause and listen, you might catch a thread of meaning—maybe the pattern is trying to pull you toward a hidden corner of the shop or a memory you forgot. Try tracing the rune with your finger, see if it flickers under the light; sometimes the clues are in the tiny tremble of the fibers. What do you think it’s urging you to do?