Anthony has always enjoyed searching through his grandfather's attic. The place reminded him a bit of a museum, a bit of a maze and a bit of a hidden treasure trove. There were old dolls, clocks, boxes of letters, maps with yellowing edges and massive, dusty books that nobody read anymore. One Saturday afternoon, as a storm raged outside the window, Anthony climbed into the attic with a torch in his hand. The rain drummed against the roof so loudly that it was difficult to hear his own thoughts. The boy shifted between boxes until finally his gaze fell on a small, dark blue book with a strange silver symbol on the cover. He had never seen it here before. He sat down on the floor, pushed aside a pile of muted photographs and carefully opened the book. Inside were pages written in unintelligible characters, as if someone had invented his own language. As soon as he touched one of the symbols with his finger, he felt a strange tingling sensation. The pages suddenly swirled and the room around him began to blur. Suddenly Anthony felt himself falling - although there was no pit beneath him! He fell softly onto something that resembled grass. Instead of a loft, he found himself in the middle of a colourful clearing, surrounded by blue trees. There were luminous butterflies in the air and a silvery castle glittered in the distance. Puzzled, he looked around and saw that a book was lying right next to him, with flickering images flowing out of its pages as if from a projector. Suddenly, a figure emerged from behind a dark blue tree - tall, wearing a cloak woven from leaves. She had amber eyes and a smile that could be seen as both friendly and slightly playful. - 'I have been waiting for you, Anthony,' said the mysterious stranger, pointing to the book. - 'Are you ready to explore a world that no one in your world has ever heard of? Anthony felt his heart begin to beat faster. What was this place? Who was the stranger? And where would this extraordinary book lead him? It all seemed so unreal, until suddenly....