In a solitude standing deep in the forest, a warm campfire glowed. In the middle of the solitude sat a young man named Elijah. He lived alone in this solitude, his only companion being his curiosity, which constantly pushed him to discover new mysteries of the forest wilderness. One evening, Elijah came across an unusual object - an old, worn-out chest, which he found riddled with moss and overgrown with mushrooms. It was no ordinary chest, for as soon as Elijah tried to open it, the chest began to speak. 'Who are you?', asked the chest in a loud, resounding voice that was at the same time full of unusual warmth. Elijah, despite his surprise, decided to answer: 'I am Elijah, the inhabitant of a solitary place deep in the forest. And who are you? 'I know you perfectly well Elijah,' said the box, 'but my real name .... is something you must discover for yourself'. Elijah wondered throughout the night what secret this talking crate might be hiding. There were many questions swirling around in his head - Who is she? How did it come to be in this forest? What does it hide inside? As dawn broke, Elijah, driven by his infinite curiosity, decided to ask the chest its true name. Then, the chest, instead of answering, revealed to him a small opening that Elijah could open. He knew that this was the moment when he was to know the truth....