Anthony was twelve years old and had a head full of questions. Every day after school he would sit in his favourite armchair by the window, watch the clouds and make up stories about distant lands. One afternoon, as the sun danced its last rays on the old oak table in the kitchen, Anthony heard an unfamiliar sound in his house: a quiet creaking coming from upstairs, from the attic. It was strange, because the attic had been locked for years. His parents said it was a place full of dust and cobwebs, nothing interesting. But that day, Anthony sensed that something unusual was waiting right there. Curiosity began to torment him like a restless fly. In the evening, while his mother busied herself with reading and his father repaired his bicycle in the garage, Anthony found an old key in his grandfather's desk drawer. With trembling hands, he approached the attic door. The lock squeaked and clicked behind him as he stepped inside. Like a huge cave, the attic smelled of dust and old age. Moonlight streamed in through a small window, drawing fantastic patterns on the floor. Among the old books, suitcases and boxes, Anthony noticed something he had never seen before: a large wooden chest covered with carved symbols. Next to it stood a strange, curly key. He took the key in his hand. When he turned it, the chest squeaked quietly and opened a few centimetres. A soft blue glow emanated from inside and... At that moment Anthony heard a quiet whisper behind him: "Don't open it if you're not ready for an amazing adventure!" Anthony froze in place. What will he find in the chest? Who and what is whispering to him? Would he dare to continue? Everything now depended on his imagination and courage....