There is a small wooden box atop my bookcase. No bigger than a deck of cards. It's dark colored wood- for I prefer a maroon tint to my furniture rather than a yellow. And upon the top of the box, the lid I suppose you could call it, is perfectly etched the tree of life. When you touch that tree and run your fingers across the line that indents inwards, that box will begin to open. And in that box you will find a set of square figures with ancient symbols upon them. These are runes. Each rune etched with yet another tree of life on one side, and it's own unique symbol on the other. There are days where I take these runes and I dump them to my tablecloth. The ones facing down are carefully put away. The one's facing up... well darling, they tell my future.
