You begin look at the inscriptions on the box with interest. You read something about the passing of time, youth, age, and transfer. But nothing clear. Some of the writing had worn off.
"The writing is a bit worn and confusing. I can do some cross referencing with my other artifacts to see what it likely means. Have you opened it at all?"
"Nope, just got it".
"Good. I rather not disrupt anything inside. Now go ahead for your weekend and have fun!".
Rob leaves as Mr. Berns packs up some of his belongings and organizes his room. He looks at the box with interest. Something seemed different about this artifact, but he couldn't tell what. His inner research mind couldn't stop thinking about it. He put down his bag and took a seat in front of the box after closing the door to his classroom. The sounds of students had subsided. Mr. Berns picked up the box and looked at the inscriptions with detail. Whoever wrote this spent a great detail of time with the details and intricacies of the writing. Mr. Berns rubbed the side of the box to take off a smudge.
He felt the lid open suddenly and a huge gust of wind come out in huge force pulling his hand to its opening.
"What in God's name!". But before Mr. Berns could finish his hand slipped in the opening. He felt his body leap from the chair and his legs fling into the air as he was pulled in. It felt like he was as loose as pasta as his hand, arms, and then body were squeezed into the box without any apparent pain. He looked back to see the lid close behind him as he descended into darkness. A peaceful zen state came over him as his eyes closed. And then nothing.
What happens next?
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