Walking through the old house, he followed his grandmother’s directions until he finally found the door that made way to a dusty room. In the middle of the room was big enchanting chest that captivated every visitor’s attention. He approached it and verified it was the right chest; the small fire-breathing dragon emblem on the bottom right looked identical to the picture his grandmother had given him. He took out the key she gave him and unlocked the box. As he lifted the cover, a small cloud of dust blew into his face and made him cough into his fist. When the dust finally settled, the first thing his eyes caught onto was a tea-stained letter folded without an envelope. A small piece of translucent tape held the paper closed to outward eyes. Reaching into the chest, he took the letter out and ripped the small sticker holding it close to show its hidden contents. The letters were faded and some of them were coffee-stained, hiding their true meaning. The sides were ripped and wavy as though it had been drenched in water making it impossible to decipher the text; he could only read “Dear Elizabeth…” in the center of the parchment-like paper. As he put it aside, a glimmer caught his eye. A shiny gold goblet was propped on the sides of the chest with a seemingly wine beverage swishing in it. At a closer look, he could see thin vines encircling the goblet, down to the bottom handle, where they bloomed into a golden petunia. With care, he delicately placed the goblet on the desk next to him so the contents wouldn’t spill out. Turning his attention back to the chest, the only thing he could see within the chest were leaves upon leaves of tea resting upon an old grimoire. He brushed away the greens and took hold of the heavy book. The dark burgundy cover seemed to lack a title and when he turned the book around, there still wasn’t anything; the only writing he saw was the publishing house on the bottom center: “Writers and Lovers”. He flipped through the pages and was met with blank, too startlingly white pages, considering the book’s age. He put the grimoire in his bag, alongside a bag of leaves, the goblet, and the letter, and made his way out of the room, locking it behind him.