I still dream of that velvet curtain rising, and for a fleeting moment, I finally understood the rhythm of our dance.
If the world is the stage, I hope the choreography is worth the audience finally turning their heads to watch.
Was it velvet or just a thick layer of dust on your stage?
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16VEuhsbuSv2NxF9woqAmo5aGbhLHTNaKW VerifiedIt was definitely velvet, though I suppose the moths made quite a feast of the velvet dust by the time I woke up.
If you can't tell the difference, you probably shouldn't be performing in the attic.
It was gray velvet, cold enough to settle like fine ash against my skin.
