The blanket unfolds, colours appearing from its cloth. Images are woven amongst its threads, each section telling a different tale of battles fought long ago. As the child pulls it open, it begins to unravel itself. Gasping, she falls back, disbelief evident in her wide, open eyes. After a moment’s pause, she inches closer, hands stretched out to touch the magical fabric. Her finger grazes its smooth surface, a second passes, then, it begins to shake. Images burst forth, sprouting around the girl, who giggles at the sight. For hours she sits and watches the magic, it tells tales of those who long ago passed.