Once upon a time, a young child discovered a secret room within her grandparent's home. The door was at the top of a steep staircase, and light from the corridor was all that filtered in to illuminate its darkened corners. It was, of course, the attic, and it had been in use for as long as any of them could remember (and much longer, at that). Her mother and grandmother knew about the room, of course, but to this child it was a hidden thing, brimming with marvelous treasures that astounded the imagination, and were made even more tantalizing by the adults' apparent indifference to the space. Afternoons and rainy days were spent rummaging through this attic, and in it time always seemed to slow down, even stand still.
On this day, she discovered the work of...
