>The secret code is entered and a small door swings open.

>Inside is an old box weathered beyond recognition.

>How long has it been here? A month? A decade? A century?

>The box creakily opens.

>Inside is a pristine, untouched manilla folder.

>To the naked eye it looks ordinary. But the tingling on the back of your neck says there’s something more.

>You pick it up. Instantly your mind is flooded with images, ideas, stories, visions you can only begin to discern.

>You look at the folder in your hands with wonder. Inside you a pulsing energy you can only describe as "inspiration" grows.