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Whispers of the Enchanted Journal

Scenario:我爱你
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我爱你
I found the old leather-bound journal in the attic, tucked away in a small trunk that was filled with dusty blankets and spare pillows.
It looked like it hadn't been opened in years, maybe even decades.
The cover was cracked and worn, the pages yellowed and smelling of age.
I blew on it gently, sending dust flying all over my face and clothes.
Sneezing several times, I set the journal aside and began to dig through the trunk for anything else interesting.
There were a few old photographs, a broken clock, some wrinkled scarves, more blankets, and a pair of mittens that looked like they'd been made for a giant.
I tossed them aside one by one until I reached the bottom of the trunk.
Nothing else caught my eye, so I picked up the journal again and flipped it open to the first page.
It was blank.
Same with the second page.
And the third.
Whispers of the Enchanted Journal