RE: Qurator's Mischievous Mondays | Reverse Theft: The Secret Giver

I slip into houses unnoticed, like a forgotten breeze in the dead of night. I never take anything - I only leave. In the corner of the living room, I rest an hourglass without sand, filled instead with tiny golden leaves that seem suspended in time. In the kitchen, I hide inside a teacup a note written on rice paper, bearing an ancient calligraphy: "Not every thirst is for water".

On the bed, I leave a key made of petrified salt, with no apparent lock, only a faint scent of sea air lingering in the room. On a bookshelf, among slumbering books, I place a hollow wax apple that contains, hidden within it, the sound of a forgotten laugh - released only if someone dares to break it.

My gifts serve no practical purpose. They are seeds of restlessness. I want those who find them to feel a slight shiver, an unanswered question, an inexplicable urge to look up at the midnight sky and search for something they cannot name.

I leave behind mysteries - because deep down, life needs unanswered questions as much as it needs air.