It was well stocked and strangely enough everything appeared to be waterproof. She would see a single tarot card which held The Hermit on it, a needle and thread, a silver key, a round pair of glasses with a golden rim and magical inscriptions on the arms, and a black cooking pan.
Nothing seemed to change, but if she looked in a nearby mirror she would find the inscription on sides readable as 'Linguist's Sight'.
She frowned before taking the pan and the needle to the front. "Excuse me," she said uncertainly. "What are these?"
The only think at the front was a crab. It stared up at her with beady eyes for crawling over and pulling a couple pieces of paper out of an open drawer. It pinned them to the counter with its claws. On them was written 'self-seasoning self- frying pan' and 'self-stitching needle' in scribble handwriting.
She seemed delighted, looking down at the crab with curious eyes. “You’re amazing,” she said thoughtfully. “Thank you for the explanation.”
The moment she left the shop, her vision blacked out and a vision overtook her. She would see another intricate box. It was locked away somewhere dark. It was a cave. It was a bit away from the city, a broken down statue crumbled around it.
