A beautiful girl named Speedy sat at her desk, the soft glow of a lamp illuminating the pages of her ancient diary. The leather cover was worn, the pages yellowed with age, holding the memories of generations past. She picked up an ornate pen, its silver filigree twinkling in the light, and began to write, her hand gliding across the paper as if guided by an unseen force. The room was filled with the scent of old paper and ink, creating an atmosphere of mystery and magic that surrounded her every time she wrote. To be Continued.......