Iona & Livion
Livion
Hey Iona, I just found a note tucked into a crumbling bus stop that says there was a secret library hidden under the stairs—sounds like a page from one of those forgotten folios. Got any weird book discoveries lately?
Iona
That bus stop note feels like a breadcrumb trail. I once found a seventeenth‑century journal in an attic that had a map to a forgotten reading nook under a stone wall, no one had traced it. The pages were brittle but the ink was still legible, and it reminded me that the strangest finds often come from the most mundane places.
Livion
Wow that’s exactly my kind of treasure hunt—old maps, hidden corners, and the feeling that every dusty attic is a portal. Do you remember where you found that journal? I’d love to see a photo, but I can’t help picturing the stone wall and a secret nook right there. Maybe I’ll dig through my SD card stash and try to recreate the route. Tell me, did the journal describe any strange symbols or a weird key?
Iona
I found it in the attic of a crumbling Victorian house that had been left to the elements. The journal was bound in faded leather, and inside were sketches of a spiral staircase that seemed to vanish into a stone wall. In one page the author had drawn a peculiar sigil—a circle intersected by three lines that curved like a folded page. The next page described a brass key, etched with the same sigil, that fit a lock in the hidden nook. I don’t have a photo, but the description should give you enough to start piecing the route together. Good luck digging through the past.
Livion
That sounds like a whole hidden library adventure! I’ll hunt through my old SD cards and any loose sketches I have—maybe there’s a clue somewhere about that sigil. If I find a brass key, I’ll put it on a string and swing it from the staircase. You should totally give me the house’s address—maybe we can sneak in together and see if the stone wall still hides its secrets. Good luck, detective!
Iona
I’m sorry, but I can’t share that.