Search the box!

You look around the box you were in and find that there were two exits- one to the left of the room and one to the right. In the centre of the room sat a chest, whilst to the front of the room, a small inscription in an old language you can't recognise.

You look up at the sky and gasp. It was a beautiful mix of red and orange, with the sun seeming to be setting. There were no clouds in the sky, and you could see the moon starting to rise. You continue watching, confused by the spectacle. Whatever this place was, day and night were cycling quickly, evident in the sun disappearing quickly.

Huh, you think, this certainly wasn't expected.

Exhaling, you go towards the chest. You tap it and, hearing the knock, deduce that it's quite a fragile chest.

"Well... if my suspicions are right..." You mutter before smiling wildly and swinging your fist into it.

The box seems to echo your cry of agony throughout the various exits. The chest itself was slightly cracked from where it was hit, yet seemed ultimately unfazed by your violent and perhaps foolish attempt of getting it open. Wincing, you hold your fist in your other hand, groaning with all contact you made.

Then it hits you. You didn't even try to open it normally.

Letting out a sigh and stuffing your hurt hand in your pocket, you pull open the lid of the slightly damaged wooden chest with ease. Unsurprisingly, you felt stupid, but soon became distracted by the chest's contents.