SAIGE
I had the PERPETUAL impression that my grandfather's room was a treasure trove of oddities. There were a lot of things there that just don't seem to fit together very well. For the life of me, I could never understand why my grandfather would choose to maintain items in his room that were prone to collecting dust.
My eyes have been opened to a different world filled with mystical beings, and as a result, some of what was previously incomprehensible to me is beginning to click into place.
We were already here, inside my grandfather's study room, and we started looking for a clue among the pile of books and other stuff in there.
When was the last time that I was in this room? I completely forget. My recollections of my youth were sketchy at best. I don't have many friends because I
