The smell of dust instantly filled the room when you walked in. The attic clearly hasn’t ever been touched, at least since the 1900s. The windows and ceiling beams are covered in cobwebs, boxes are covered in dust. But you're here to clear it out for the house’s new expansion. So you started going through the boxes. Clothes, clothes, more clothes, a single toaster, and brick-a-brack all over the place. There’s only one box that’s untouched. Even a little cleaner than the others. So, following your gut, you open it. What greets you is a collection of vintage photos. All of one woman. She has blonde curls, perfectly done in every one. Her skin is pale, her eyes are wide but slightly distressed, her features are out of a painting. In some, she’s in dresses that fall to the floor and drape over shoes with teeth. In some, she’s in suits and strange fur coats. Even one with a cardboard house around her head like Alice in Wonderland. But out of all of them, one sticks out to you, of her in a green dress with a lily flower hanging off her shoulder. It seems to sparkle and her eyes look real. Like they’re looking into yours. You feel drawn to it. The dust around you looks more like glitter. You pull it closer and closer to your face, feeling more and more entranced, until-

Click. A flash of light, like a camera, blinds you. You feel yourself get pushed forward and fly through the air, before you land on a hardwood floor on your stomach. Your bones instantly hate you, pain surging through your arms and legs. It stings too, you know you got carpet burn. But you hear something once the ringing stops. A gasp of a woman. When you regain your energy and open your eyes, you see the woman. Standing in front of a giant box, in front of a giant camera, on a giant table. Her eyes are wide and her hands positioned in front of her.

“Ach můj bože!” She whispers, seemingly in shock with the fact a person came flying into her room.