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They say weird beings live in these indestructible boxes. Look like they know nothing. Not even about the blight and heat. Everything is burning at some places. Other places look just plain ugly. Nothing lives there. No one can withstand the plight.
But they don't know. They don't understand. They wonder at the simplest things. What is so special on a stone hanging in the middle of air? Everyone knows the drill, place dirt, place stone next to it, remove dirt. Easy, peasy. Yet they look at it like it was the most wonderful thing since the creation of the world!
But I don't know. Never been inside their box. My pick broke. Then the other broke. The diamond one did not broke but did nothing either. And their door is locked. Maybe. I can't find a keyhole nor a handle. Maybe it is not even a door, just a wall shaped as a door to mislead simple minded folk like me. But they say they saw it open, strange being out and close again ...