Poppy witnessed an old, delicate book deposited on the side; it was beckoning her to come closer and closer. As she got closer she could already tell that the book has been well-loved over all these years; she could hear a voice telling her to open the mysterious , old, delicate, legible book…

“I see you have found my book of marvels” he hissed, concernly, as he took one more look at poppy, then back at his book of marvels, as he hoped that she wouldn’t go anywhere near the book.

“My name is Luciano gold” he stated, whilst staring at poppy with a cruel look. “ This is my book of marvels and you shouldn’t go anywhere near it! You can look but not touch” he bellowed, thinking will she be the first one to obey him?