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I was convinced that this ordinary D'ni dwelling contained some kind of secret. When I was a kid, I'd heard stories from my grandmother about her childhood home, but even after finding records indicating she was born there, I could not find the hidden room of which she had spoken. Supposedly, it had been the bedroom of an elderly member of the family but had been converted into an entrance to a hidden chamber upon his passing. My grandmother claimed it was so well concealed that even she had forgotten its exact location, but I've always believed she was just trying to lure me with my own strong curiosity into visiting D'ni, since she was never able to convince my mother. I had always wanted to see the Great Cavern, however, and on my 18th birthday I began my journey.

One surface year later, I was now sitting in my great-grandfather's scarlet-cushioned chair, decorated with the emblem of the Guild of Writers, trying to think of any part of the house I had not yet searched. The only thing that seemed out of the ordinary was a missing picture frame in the main hallway, and even if that was the answer I had no idea where to find it. I thought to myself, ⌠Why did I even leave home? My family lives on the surface now, not in this ancient, dusty stone structure.■ Then it came to me: The missing picture was at home, hanging above the bed where my grandmother had recently passed on!

I immediately traveled home to retrieve it. The frame was shaped like the D'ni numeral 25, so I knew it would fit perfectly in the empty space that had been left visible in the residue on the wall. In each of the frame's four segments was a portrait of my grandmother's immediate family, of whom she had been the only survivor: Her father, mother, brother, and herself. The whole family. ⌠To Twenty-Five,■ as the D'ni would have said, hence the frame's design.

As soon as I arrived back in my family's ancestral home, I placed the heirloom in it's rightful position, and as I fastened it to the wall, I heard a mechanism begin clicking inside the stone. Suddenly, a large section just to the left of the pictures fell into the floor. When the dust cleared, a terrifically ornate bedroom was revealed. So the stories really were true! And on the bed lay an unmarked descriptive book, no doubt leading to a long-forgotten age. And, perhaps, a long-awaited adventure!