time, you get an odd feeling that you're being watched by...
something
. You look all around and ask "who's there," but no one answers. Suddenly, the wind picks up and you begin to feel cold. You replace the lid on the crate, and begin to leave. Just as you turn to walk away, you hear a voice in your head.
"Why the hell have you been searching me for over thirteen YEARS now? Surely you have better things to do! Leave me alone and go search another crate, I've HAD IT!"
The crate disappears, the wind dies down, and the temperature returns to normal. Once the shock wears off, you begin asking yourself why you have indeed spent so long searching the same old crate. Maybe the voice, wherever it was coming from, has a point. After all, the crate has been filled with so much junk - coins, feathers, even extra crates. What were you hoping to find, exactly?
It was just a crate!
But before you can think about it any longer, a new crate appears nearby, and the temptation to find out what's inside is too difficult to resist, just as it has been for all these years.
*You search the new crate*
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