As there once was a book in a land unknown some where in that land was a village. And in that village was a burnt but not burnt house. In the house there was a book. The hard leather covered book was covered with grey ashes as it was hiding the title.
People in the village paid no attention to the house nor the book. No one really seemed to care. Like, who would it's not your business nor your property. But as the years pass by the house fell apart. Wood, bricks, paint, furniture and other various items fell apart or were destroyed. All items but the book.
