“To Stella, Jenna and Crumble,
the Black Raven won’t let me go.
Not sure what will happen. Might need your help. Jenna, please explain to Stella.
This was the true message below the illusion. Everyone except for Jenna looked puzzled. She sighed. “This had to happen one day, I suppose.” Jenna turned the postcard to the picture side and laid the paperweight on it; the photo transformed and showed a different landscape with a cloudy sky. It was a mainly flat countryside with much green.