This evening, I decided to go into my
The Strange Object
I crouched beside the strange folded object in the garage. It felt unusually cold, and its bumps and ridges appeared carefully shaped rather than random.
A Hidden Seam
After wiping away the dust, I discovered “an unnaturally straight line” running around the object. It looked like the edge of a lid, with tiny symbols etched along it.
Something Made
The markings were unfamiliar but arranged with precision. I realized my grandfather might not have brought home a meteorite after all.
It appeared to be something manufactured or constructed.
A Mysterious Sound
As I traced the markings, “a low, metallic click echoed inside the stone.” Suddenly, the dark garage felt different, as though the object was waiting for my next move.
