The light uncovered a warm burgundy colored office that carried books on dark shelves located against the walls. A long desk that held only a couple of papers sat on the dark green carpet. 

     Behind the desk, was a soft bark colored chair. There were no windows, no extra doors. Just one way in and out. The office felt like a cave to him. Normally offices held windows that allows their suns light to dwindle in whenever it peaked out behind the clouds. Never the light of the moon.

     He began to examine the den, searching for anything of value at first glance. When he didn’t find anything, he decided to start with the bookshelves over on his right. Celestials carried books about the world no Human would ever be able to look at. Their books were too precious for the eyes of a Human and too classy for their rough working hands. If the right books are found, they fetched a good price with the Liars. 

     He strolled over to the bookshelf and began to seek out anything that a leather binding with gold words. As he searched he found nothing of value except books about the Lithium. Everyone knew of the Lithium. I mean, how couldn't they? They learned about it when they become the age of ten. The Lithium was their regime, their government. It made sure to separate the Celestials and the Humans by class, by job, by cities, by towns, by everything.

     He turned away, rolling his eyes at the divided world he lived in and when he did, a glint of gold hit his eyes. He snatched his head back around and ran his fingers through the spines until he found the glint of gold lining on top of a book. He pulled it out and gazed at the cover that was written in beautiful Mite. He opened the book and brushed through the pages, hearing them wrinkle and rustle.

     “I can read some of this.” He thought to himself, “But not all of it. The cover says, ᏗᏰᎧᏬᏖ ᏖᏂᏋᎷ...About Them…But what are they talking about?” He came to the end of the book and shrugged his shoulders. He was curious, but not curious enough. After all, he was nearly illiterate. 

     He could recognize a few words and at best, a couple of sentences. He tucked the book into his cotton bag and moved onto the desk. He grabbed the handle of the first drawer and slid it open. Sitting on top of a stack of colorful pages was an old sepia image printed on paper. 

     The image held a man that appeared to be a younger Leonidas who wore a visage of happiness. He stood tall in a sharp suit beside a younger Antabel, who wore a long white dress and a beautiful white visage. She smiled happily as she held a baby in her arms wrapped in a soft looking blanket.

     “I wonder if that’s Royce, their eldest son.” He questioned, holding the light closer to it, “Cute as a baby. Now he’s a dick. A huge racist dick.” He set the image back down and pushed the drawer in.

     Suddenly he felt the pressure of eyes staring at him and he glanced up to make sure that there was no one standing there. But to his surprise, the door was completely shut.

     “That’s strange.” He muttered, his grip tightening around the flashlight, “I should have left it open…” 

     His heart began to pick up, taking his breath away. His hands began to clam, making the grip on the flashlight moist. He swished the light around the room, wanting to find a Celestial or a Human in there with him. But it was just him and the rapid sounds of his heart beating on his chest. Quickly he moved away from the desk and marched to the door. He grabbed the door handle and slowly twisted it open.