The large box is approximately seven feet in length. The wood is richly oiled walnut, dark from the years it seems. The design is simple, elegant. Hints of an old carving remain, however. Perhaps, long ago, the etchings were deeper.
You can find no visible way to open the chest, though you are certain a lid is concealed under the thick cushion, covered in a deep cerulean fabric. Silk, perhaps, but from the condition of the room, such material should be decayed by now. Unless....
Here, too, is a decided lack of dust. A shiver courses over your flesh. Perhaps you should leave...while you are still able....
CherLouis is here.