My fingers slid down the wooden surface of the box, opening the box. All the participants did exactly the same thing. The next moment there was a clamour of students all around, making it all worse and accompanied by applause. I lifted the box to my ear, trying to listen to the melody. The quiet piano melody reached my sensitive hearing and made my lips curl up. I have heard this melody somewhere, but I can't remember where. As the box closed, I turned on my heel and took the first steps through the entrance towards the forest. In a moment of madness, before disappearing behind a tree, I glanced past it at Issac, whose eyes were shining with hidden nepotism. As soon as my foot reached the other side, there was no entrance behind me, just bushes and trees. A great illusion at the work of Ma
