Chromie snuck into the room, found a few books and lightly sniffed them with his nose.
He couldn't smell anything, but something else was extracted by his actions and soon entered his mind.
Images were appearing in Chromie's head one after another, from the time it was still a tree, saw dust, ink, each process was appropriately laid out until the entire book was finished.
From the printing press to a bookstore, then passed around hand after hand until Chromie saw someone he recognized: the man called Horton that he had only seen as a corpse, who received the book from his servant's hand, then left it on the shelf without touching it ever again.
Horton never bought this book to read it in the first place, it was only a decoration.
It wasn't until another hand appeared on the shelf that this book was taken off of it, the owner of which now appeared in Chromie's vision.