Trekking forward, the vision ahead remains out of focus until you suddenly discern a spectacular, coruscating object. Looming on the horizon is an incoherent monolithic structure with signs of antiquity. You arrive close enough to touch it now and the fixed clasps holding it shut begin to vibrate.

Open the box, stranger?

• Nope. Exit the oubliette and back on Home.
• Obviously, a staring contest is in order!
• Purloin the contents of this foreboding container, perhaps?