Richard the King of Ghosts was reading a book which he had received as a gift from anonymous sender. The text was strange and hard to understand but for some strange reason he kept on reading. The form of the letters were beautiful and he enjoyed this aesthetic writing. Then he saw a hand painted picture which covered the whole aperture. It was a picture about a woods. The sky was darkening and the bluish evening was sneaking into the woods riding on with a thin mist... The picture was so beautiful that he was enchanted by it. He binged it rapaciously with his eyes and before he knew it the book swallowed him into it's enchanted world of magic.