an auction of impossible things.
A compass that points to what you've lost
opening bid: one secretA key that opens doors that don't exist yet
opening bid: a forgotten lullabyThe exact color of a sound you once heard
opening bid: your favorite silenceA jar of twilight, still warm
opening bid: one unfinished poemA letter from your future self, sealed
opening bid: a promise keptThe weight of a wish before it's spoken
opening bid: a childhood afternoonIn the forgotten auction houses that exist between sleeping and waking, there are no prices in any currency you know. Here, value is measured in the weight of memories, the color of emotions, the texture of dreams half-remembered. We deal in the unpriced, the undervalued, the things that slip through the fingers of anyone too busy counting coins to notice the moonlight pooling in their palms. Every lot in this collection was once considered worthless by someone who didn't know how to look. We lowball the impossible because the impossible, it turns out, has been waiting for someone to make an offer.
A door that opens onto every room you've ever loved
opening bid: your reflection's nameThe first snowflake that ever fell, preserved in amber light
opening bid: one perfect silenceA clock that tells the time in feelings
opening bid: a tear you never criedThe space between two notes of a song that changed your life
opening bid: the taste of a word you can't recallA map of all the places where you were truly happy, drawn in disappearing ink on moth-wing parchment
reserve: one wishto the one who dared bid low.