The first word was like a key turning in a rusty lock. The second reminded of a horse galloping in a meadow with four-leaf clovers. And the third echoed like a firework in a sky full of rainbows! With the third word, the door of the antique shop slowly opened, leaving a dark crack. Christina slipped through the opening and stepped onto the deserted street... This is how Christina's adventures begin, waking up one night to the sounds of a magical music box and chased by a treacherous enemy, she leaves her old and dusty book, searching for another, wonderful book to stay in...