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The box sat there as though it possessed knowledge I lacked. Simply my name inscribed in exquisite ink on a plain brown, without label or return address. Turning it slowly, I looked for a sound, a clue, a murmuring of what lay within. Nothing. Curiosity can cause silence to be louder than noise.
What is inside the box? Before lifting the cover, we craft complete tales.
I considered leaving it unopen. Mystery provides safety. You cannot close your eyes to the contents of a box once you open it. But avoiding does not help one to grow. It resides in boldness.
Then I took a breath and tore the seal.
Since whatever is inside, it is better to face it than to spend your life speculating.