You dismiss the word, turning the crate. While lifting the crate, you
notice a piece of paper fall to the ground. you curiously grab the
paper and read "Soon, very soon."
You roll up the paper, stuffing it in to your
pocket.
You think to yourself, wondering why exactly you were involved in
such a struggle. Picures come to your mind, yet in a moment's time are
gone. You decide to observe your surroundings, nothing stands out. You
decide to take a closer look at the rotted crate. On one of the many
cubical sides is a single word sketched out in red ink, the word
is 'soon'.