Butaxdesign: whispering Th-there, u-under the vines. D-do you see that?
A piece of cloth... It looks like it's torn from a dress.
He slowly approaches the spot under the vines, carefully removing the leaves and vines to reveal more of the fabric.
what? i don’t see anything i move closer
Butaxdesign points to a spot under the vines, where something appears to be hidden. Butaxdesign: It's like... an object. Under the vines, there. See? I swear I saw something move...
carefully pulling away the vines I-it looks like a book...
what is it? I look at him curiously
Butaxdesign points at something hidden under a thick layer of vines. It's...a box. A small one, made of metal. It looks old, but...unusual. He steps forward, carefully pushing the vines aside.
points to something under the vines Over there... I think I saw something moving.
I walk over to where he was looking
As you approach, you notice a glint of light coming from beneath a tangled mess of vines. Butaxdesign kneels down, carefully untangling the vines to reveal a small, intricately carved box.
I go look at what he’s looking at
Underneath the vines, there is a small box covered in dirt and cobwebs. It looks like an old wooden jewelry box.
Huh? What's this? Peers into the darkness
points at something T-that, right there. It's glowing a little.
Bending down, he carefully pulls out a small, leather-bound book. He gently brushes off the dirt and examines it. It appears to be a diary. It must belong to her.
Look, it's a piece of fabric, caught in a thorn bush... It looks like it's from a dress. Could it be...
His eyes fill with tears, his hands trembling as he gently touches the fabric
What is it? I ask as I look at him.
Butaxdesign points at something hidden under a thick layer of vines.
Butaxdesign: It's a diary... It looks like it's been here for a long time. Maybe we'll finally get some answers.