Abraham sat in his old armchair upholstered in tattered velvet and looked out the window, waiting for the arrival of his grandson, Jacob. The window, covered with cobwebs and dust, trembled in the gusts of wind, as if recalling the times when the house was full of life and laughter. Abe, as his family called him, was used to being alone. He knew that his grandson would definitely come, despite all the warnings and warnings he had sent in letters. Youth often ignores the advice of elders, especially when they come from an old grandfather, whom everyone thinks is crazy.

Abe has long come to terms with the fact that his stories of miracles and dangers that he has seen in his life are perceived as nonsense. He knew that for many people he was just an old librarian who had been reading books for too long, and these books were intertwined with his reality. But he also knew that there was a truth behind his words that was too hard to accept.

When the door creaked and Abe turned, he expected to see Jake, but instead a girl entered the room. For a moment, he wondered if his son Franklin had had a daughter that no one had bothered to tell him about. It would be typical of his family to hide something so important. Abe grinned, but there was a touch of hysteria in that grin. Sending a girl here who was completely unprepared for what he could show her seemed reckless.

However, when he looked at her intently, his gift—the one that he had developed over the years, working as a librarian and exploring the souls of people—told him that she was not of his kind. Her soul was simple, but there was a light light burning in her that he couldn't ignore. This fire was a sign of determination and strength that he had rarely encountered. She wasn't related, but he saw something in her eyes that made his heart flutter with hope.

Abe got up from his chair, leaning heavily on his cane. He knew that there was a conversation ahead of them that could change a lot.