You slowly and gently open the book. The first page is blank, so you carefully turn it over, so as not to damage the book. The next page has writing on it, seemingly in a foreign language, but then the letters clarify, and you read 'The Book of...' in elaborate lettering. The title is unfinished, but the ending echoes in your mind. whatever you want. Your dreams. Your fantasies. You turn the page. A story is written, in the same hand as the title. Unable to resist, you begin to read. As you read, the world around you blurs...a maelstrom of colour washes over everything except you and the book. Then the colour fades.
  You are in a cave. It seems somehow familiar; dark, but not too dark, a passage in front of you, slanting slightly upwards.You hear a voice call your name.