On A Particularly Cold And Quiet Day, An Unassuming Piece Of Paper Is Carried On The Wind, And Dances

On a particularly cold and quiet day, an unassuming piece of paper is carried on the wind, and dances itself to a new home inside your mailbox. After a few seconds of deliberation, the mailbox's flag jolts upright in response; its speed spiteful of its joint. This new resident smells of three things in equal parts: lavender, wine, and smoke. There is no discerning the source of the last, it seems equal parts wood and tobacco. It's a refined smell, but juvenile. A keen drinker (certainly not just an alcoholic..?) would be able to pinpoint the reason: Box wine. Cheap wine. On its surface lies a spattering of dirt. It has traveled quite far to get here, but it is happy to have done so. The envelope seems overly eager to be opened. It's nearing break time after all. The payload inside has been dutifully protected. A holographic card serving as a flyer advertising a job opportunity... oddly without any address.., and a dime bag with a brass thumbtack in it Embossed in the tacky sanguine-lilac cardstock are the words "Occult Housekeeping" and in a smaller font below it, "If interested, apply here!". Next to this text, is a section cut out from the holographic film. An iridescent marking is slightly visible on the white backing, hinting at its use

Lovely, thank you