There are no books, no scrolls, no crystals, and no items that look like Magic Items.
This floor resembles a dusty storage box belonging to a child...
Inside, there are some faded, coarse cloth dolls piled chaotically, with crooked stitches, some even missing eyes.
A few pieces of rough cloth clothing, obviously child-sized, washed to a pale color and patched, folded neatly.
Several small wooden carved animals, carved crudely, with smoothed edges. There are also a few dark-colored pebbles, some faded feathers, a few crude drawings on rough grass paper—depicting crooked houses, the sun, and little figures holding hands.
At the top of these items lies a small booklet made from rough bark paper, about the size of a palm. The booklet has no cover, and its edges are severely worn.
Lynch picked up the small bark paper booklet. It feels very light, almost weightless.
He opened the first page with a heart full of doubts.
