She sat on the edge of her bed, as a knot of blue fabric broke loose from her fingers. Some of the threads scattered across the floor. She carefully gathered them into her hand, then placed them inside a bundle of fabric, with care, as if she were holding a newborn baby in her arms. Then she pulled out a beautiful wooden box, adorned with exquisite carvings. The lock of the box itself seemed like a beautiful art piece. She touched it carefully, as if she were touching the skin of a little child. After a while, when her delicate features began to change, revealing a deep longing for the past, she pulled out something from the box, with reverence and reverence.