As I entered the room. There was a box in the middle of the room, surrounded by hangers, and coats, and other boxes of clothing. I flicked on the light for the attic. "Whoa!!! " The attic, looked very cool. It wasn't creepy like you see in horror films. In fact, it was very well lit, carpeted, and was painted a nice baby blue. She walked up to one of the boxes. Intrigued by its colorful stickers and ribbons on it. Diving into the box face first. "JACK POT!" The little girl said, and out came a piece of black paper, and a tinier box. It was black, with blue and yellow stars. "Cosmic...lights?" She curiously read the box, and opened it. As she opened it her mother came home. She put them back in the box, ran down the stairs and closed the attic.
And so from that day. The curious things still lay.
Forever to rust? Becoming nothing but destiny's dust?
No. For this is not the end. Rather than the beginning of the curious wonders the universe had sent.
The End.