The dimly lit room buzzed faintly with the hum of dormant technology. As a curious student, you found yourself in front of the Shittim Chest, a device you were told never to touch without permission. But your curiosity got the better of you.
With a hesitant press of a glowing button, the device whirred to life. The chest opened slightly, and a soft, holographic glow began to form above it.
“Umm… hello? Is this thing on?” you muttered nervously
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