“My name is Stefiano Silver. I am the owner of this shop. I made everything it holds. Do you like it?” Mr Stefiano asked. “Please say something.” Valerie didn’t know what to say. She lifted her bottom lip back to her top one, and tried to speak.
“Y-yes it’s amazing. Y-you really made everything in here?” she asked curiously. “Even painted that painting?”.
“Yes I did. She really is amazing,” said Mr Stefiano said, gazing up at a well detailed painting of a beautiful woman, hanging on the wall.
“Who is beautiful?” question Valerie, with her curiosity growing by the second.
“Hmm? Oh no one. Never mind,”  he said “Just remember, do not touch that book. It can be very dangerous. Especially in the wrong hands.” And with a bomb of dust, he disappeared behind a scarlet curtain next to the counter.

Valerie quickly glanced around the room, to check and make sure no one was watching. She once again picked up the book, and flipped through the pages and for a slip second, it must have felt like she had gone back in time.

June 1864:
Dear Diary, I’m not entirely sure of what I should do now. My only wish, is to live forever with my daughter Katherine. It doesn’t feel right now that Elena’s gone. It doesn’t feel normal without her. I miss her terribly.

Valerie continued to read, and soon came to the conclusion, that maybe he did live forever. She took a pen from the pen pot on the counter, and began writing a diary entry of her own. When she finished, in her neatest handwriting, she signed at the bottom. Valerie put the lid on the pen, and suddenly each word on the page, began glistening with silver sparkled. Then the boom slammed shut, and wouldn’t open again.