As he continued to observe the box, He frowned, racking his brain, and then it hit him. It was the same design as the necklace his grandfather had given to his mother years ago. 7 dot in a circle formation. Although the necklace doesn't look expensive,he even though it's a cheap product his grandfather brought from some fair and gave it to his daughter.
His mother didn't wear the necklace after his grandfathers death. She kept it in a box as her father's memory.
He hadn’t thought much about it at the time, but now, seeing that same pattern on the box, he knew it couldn’t be a coincidence.
Hastily, Robin made his way down to the living room, where his mother’s things had been packed away in a box. He dug through the belongings until, at last, he found it—the necklace.
It was kept in a jewelry box. Although the expensive looking box doesn't suit the cheap looking necklace.
He thought to himself maybe it was the key. A foreign spy fall in love with a countryside girl and lived his life as fisherman and gave his daughter a necklace which might be the key to a strange box. Not gonna lie it's kinda romantic. Robin found this arrangement very amusing.
Robin held the pendant up to the box, and sure enough, the pattern was identical. His heart raced with anticipation. Was this the key to opening the mysterious box?
Although the pattern look similar but there are no keyhole.With trembling hands, Robin gently pressed the necklace against the box. Nothing happened.He tried pushing it, throwing it but nothing worked.
Was everything coincidence .
For the last couple of days, Robin had tried every possible means to open the strange box. He had spent countless hours poring over the mysterious symbols and markings in the diary, he thought they held the key to the box's contents. but despite his best efforts, nothing he tried worked. Frustrated, he even called one of his high school teachers, an eccentric man who claimed to be an amateur archeologist. The teacher had been intrigued by the symbols in the diary and mentioned something about "the Seven Stars," but the connection remained a mystery. The only piece of information he got was these 7 stars might represent a star cluster .
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Many civilizations worshipped celestial bodies as deities or divine beings. For example, the ancient Egyptians associated certain stars with their gods and believed that these celestial entities held influence over their daily lives and destiny.
Feeling disappointed, Robin finally set aside the box, the necklace, and the diary on his study table. He sighed heavily, resigned to the fact that whatever secrets they held would remain hidden for now. Despite the mystery, village life provided a comforting distraction. The days passed by in a soothing rhythmic mornings filled with a walk in beach, afternoons spent walking through the woods, and evenings where the village gathered in the pub for lively conversation. It was a life far removed from the chaos of the city, and Robin found himself enjoying the simplicity of it .
A few days later, on the night of a full moon, Robin decided to treat himself. He fried up some freshly caught fish and cracked open a cold beer, savoring the quiet beauty of the night. The moonlight bathed the countryside in a silvery glow, and a cool breeze drifted through the open window as he relaxed into the peacefulness of the moment.
In midnight he was jolted awake by a strange sound. It was a low humming, almost like a distant chant, and it seemed to be coming from his study. Robin's heart raced as he noticed a soft, eerie light emanating from the table where he had left the box and the necklace. Alarmed, he got up and approached the table, only to be stunned by what he saw.
The box and the necklace had vanished, replaced by an ancient-looking bracelet that was glowing with an otherworldly light. It was as if the bracelet had materialized out of thin air, and the sight of it sent a chill down Robin’s spine. He was afraid to the bone, his mind racing with questions and fear. Where had the box and the necklace gone? What was this bracelet? What was happening?
Despite his fear, a strange sensation urged him to take a closer look. As he reached out towards the bracelet, it suddenly leapt off the table as if it had a life of its own. Before Robin could react, the bracelet attached itself to his wrist, the metal clasping around his skin with a finality that felt almost sentient. Robin tried to scream, but no sound came out—his throat locked up with terror.
The bracelet pulsed with a warm energy, and Robin could feel it syncing with the beat of his heart. For a moment, the room seemed to spin, and the light from the bracelet filled his vision, blinding him to everything else. When the light finally faded, Robin found himself on the floor, panting heavily, his wrist still tingling from where the bracelet had latched on.
He stared at the strange object now firmly attached to his wrist. It was no longer glowing, but it felt warm, almost as if it was alive. Robin’s mind raced. Was this some kind of curse?