On a quiet autumn morning, a women named Sofia found her herself standing before a small, dusty music box in an antique store. It was nothing extraordinary at first a glance - a wooden with a faded, hand-painted design of flowers on its lid. The metal crank on the side was tarnished, as if it hadn't been turned in years. Yet, something about the box drew Sofia in.She purchased it without much thought, a mere impulse driven by a vague sense of nostalgia. When she returned home, Sofia placed the box on her kitchen table and hesitated before turning the