A young girl named Reema used to live in a valley-encircled town. She immersed herself in adventures and myths that she believed were true. One day while listening to her grandmother’s narration, Reema decided to go on a treasure hunt on one of those bright sunny days.

Armed with a broken treasure map she found in her basement, Reema set out for her adventure. The map she possessed marked pathways that led her deep into nature where treasure was hidden. While passionately following the path marked on the map, Reema trekked through bushes, old trees, and gurgling brooks. She also reached some magical places where the sun set and formed silhouettes in the woods. Beneath an old oak tree, Reema spotted a small rusty chest. Her heart raced as she approached and examined it further. To her surprise, the chest was sheltered beneath an old oak tree and was hidden behind a huge pile of leaves.
As the girl lifted the lid she trembled, a magical coin of pure gold glimmering in the light captured her eyes. ‘This coin belongs to the brave and the curious and is a symbol of hope and discovery’ these words had deep meaning. Their significance was beautifully absurd for Reema became all the more aware that the endeavoring and courageous journey one had to embark on, on seemed far more appealing than the coin itself. Reema was glad, before embarking on the journey she had concealed the coin in her abode to give herself a happy heart. This internal feeling promised her that this journey marked the commencement of her adventurous explorations, infact she had a lot more mysteries waiting for her to unravel. Therefore, Reema made digging and wondering her new favorite hobby with curiosity as her guide.