Diary of a Gardener Emma

"What's going on? Where are we?" I rubbed my splitting headache head vigorously and got up from the ground. I feel the earth moving. It turned out that at that moment I was hit with a slight concussion. Where is my toolbox? I looked around, it was dark, except for an oil lamp that gave off a faint light. I carried the oil lamp, but found that my toolbox could not be found no matter what. There's nothing I can do about it. Without the toolbox, I'm just a defenseless person instead of a gardener. Thinking of this, I could only open the door of the small dark room with an oil lamp. There is an unknown world outside... ————Preface