As a continuation from Wednesday’s post, I shall post the description I gave my friend Monday night.
In a vast desert, I see a box. It’s a gun-steel blue cube measuring one cubic foot. I can pick it up, but right now it’s on the ground. It’s reflective, but there are etchings all over it, like the scroll work on a cigarette case. The corners are capped with additional steel, but it’s still rather pointy. There is no apparent was to open the box.
Off to the right of the box, there’s a single-sided, wooden ladder with about six rungs. It is leaning up against a cactus. It’s rather faded and old, merely being composed of dowel rods and wood.
In the background is an American Quarter Horse. It has a brown saddle and bridle, with a dark brown mane. It’s very odd in this picture, and doesn’t look like it belongs there.