Grandma always had plenty of books in the house - old, thick volumes with yellowed pages and a smell that reminded me of autumn evenings by the fireplace. But this book she gave me .... was different. It was old, but not dusty. As if someone had just put it on the table, although it looked hundreds of years old. It had a black leather cover with strange symbols engraved on it, and no title. - This is for you. - Grandma smiled mysteriously. - But remember: only open it when you are ready. Ready? Ready for what? Of course, I couldn't wait. As soon as she left the room, I sat down on the floor and slowly opened the first page. And then... something strange happened. The wind moved the curtain, even though the window was closed. The letters on the page began to move. Not like in animation books - they literally floated above the paper, glowing like gold dust. And then - one of the letters flew off. It just jumped off the page and danced in the air as if it were alive. Another followed. And another. In an instant, the whole page dissolved into the air, and I could no longer see the words, just the swirling light. And then... something began to happen to me. I felt the floor escape from under my feet. After a while, everything disappeared and I ended up in something that resembled a... a world made up of letters and symbols. Everything around me was written down - mountains made of big M's, rivers flowing like strings of letters. And in front of me stood a figure I knew well from my grandmother's stories. - Hello, young writer. I was waiting for you.