look at the box
Once you reach the box, you lift your hand to brush at the heavy coat
of dust. You pause to marvel at how the pale patches of light from
the decaying ceiling make your skin appear sickeningly pale, then
wince as a pain shooting up your arm reminds you of your injuries. You
manage to wipe a small area on top of the box clean before nearly
collapsing under a coughing fit, but you forget about the dust
clogging your airway when you glimpse what you have uncovered. On the
lid of the box is carved a fancier version of the four circles on your
stone.
You walk up to the box, the eerie stillness making you wonder if you
should hold your breath. The box is set in a clear area in the exact
center of the room, resting on an intricate ironwork depicting what
appears to be demons emerging from a smoking abyss. Now that you
think about it, the box looks exactly like a small coffin. You
shudder.
