There is a single piece of paper.

Edges dogeared, creases defined, having been folded, refolded and folded again.

It smells like paper, yes, and graphite, but above that it smells only of Viola.

Underneath it's scent, creases and dogeared edges, is a simple drawing with a few scattered doodles littering the page.

Grey lines make a pouch, awkward stitches line the sides. Maybe it's leather. Maybe it's not. It seems to be secured with a large button. Oddly shaped. Maybe it's meant to be horn or bone.

Stitched and stitched again is a line that's seemingly meant to be a cord. It's shaded the same as the pouch it's attached too.

There's a shape that's more like an awkward circle then anything else. It's a rock, but the idea's been stricken through.

Dark and heavy pencil lines obscure an shape. Nothing of what it was can be determined.

Near one end there's a rectangle. Effort's been made to make it 3D. Which amounts to a few more lines and halfhearted shading. The top, or rather the insides's been colored in. Rougher then the other shading. There's a crude flower stuck in the box.

Last, there is a darkly colored mound, with another crude facsimile of nature growing from it. This time it's a tree. There's dots near it, like the pencil was tapping the page once that was drawn.