The rifle cracked and almost at the instant of its cracking a bolt of brilliant light flashed back from the box that lay across the river.
[[Walk toward the box]]
The rifle turns cherry red and limp, the barrel like wet spaghetti.The box is smooth and black—blacker than a moonless night.
"What do you see?"
Before you can respond, the box flickers.
[[Take a closer look]]You notice what had at first seemed dark emits an uncanny glow, almost an aura that you can feel on your skin.You don't remember what happened but you are now raising yourself up from the ground. The ground that feels saturated with...
Your hands, inky, draw your attention for closer examination.
You hear a faint droning sound from your fingertips.