The bubble calmly floated behind you as you skipped towards the chest. It was a beautifully done despite the subject being his enemy, Error. In it, he was sitting lazily in a cage; it looked so dark. Worse his broken bones, old tattering clothes, and chains at his ankles all added to the horror that such a bright skeleton would draw. Error was his enemy though; maybe it was simply his hope to get rid of him. The chest was slightly ajar and a few pages sticking out. A flower resting on top of it.