What the hell is this… found in my grandmother’s crockery cupboard At first, I thought they were strange plastic bars, maybe cocktail accessories or pieces of an old Christmas tree ornament. But no: they were glass, light, fragile, and obviously made with care. Thin lines, translucent colors—orange, yellow, green… Different shades, but all shaped the same way: thin, with a little “bun:g” next to them. I held them in my hand, wondering: what could they be used..……..

The moment I lifted the box from its concealed position, I felt an immediate shift in atmosphere, subtle yet unmistakable, as if the air around it carried a different weight. It was not ornate or decorative in any way; in fact, its plainness made it more intriguing, as though it had been designed specifically not to draw attention. The surface was worn smooth, not from neglect but from repeated handling over many years, suggesting that it had once been opened and closed countless times before eventually being placed out of sight. When I finally lifted the lid, I was met with an arrangement of objects so delicate and unfamiliar that I hesitated before touching them. Inside were slender glass tubes, each one carefully shaped and lightly tinted in soft, fading hues that caught the dim light filtering through the closet. They were unlike anything I had seen in modern use, and yet they carried an unmistakable sense of purpose, as though each one had once played a meaningful role in someone’s daily life. Attached to each tube was a small metal hook, subtle but intentional, suggesting that they were meant to be carried, worn, or displayed rather than simply stored away. As I picked one up, I was struck by its fragility, not only in physical form but in the feeling that it belonged to a world that no longer existed in the same way.