The Box Story

 He gazed at the wall in confusion, the walls were shifting and changing into shapes that no man could have possibly imagined. He kicked and punched at the walls with all his strength but he couldn't crack a dent into it. It was then he realised he was trapped. He tried to bite his tongue, bite his arm, punch himself. He tried all possible ways to hurt himself. But he couldn't, he didn't feel anything. He cried in sorrow. 

The box was starting to shrink and making it less air to inhale, the walls started to spread making it bigger and wider. He had more room to run around and he had more room to think. He then realised that there was air. He was just imagining the pain. When suddenly he saw a flashing light. Images all around him started to play. The walls shifted again. It changed into whatever he pictured, He experimented with it for hours on end. With nothing else to do he could devote all his time into this. After testing for two days straight.

The box had no holes, his voice started bouncing back and forth. He could hear his own echo. It made his body shutter. To calm himself down he decided to envision what his own life would've been if he wasn't here. It was then another image played. It showed more than a billion possibilities of what could've happened. He realised he could see the future from within the box. He thought “What if I could see the past too?”. The box was not wide nor was it small. He had prayed and begged god for another chance. He was brisk walking around the dark distance where it was quiet and echoing. The echo was playing with his head and mind. It was so dark, the air had felt dark.

He then got a message. There was a little notification box on the screen, to the bottom right. It said 1, he clicked it in curiosity. Then a message played. A man as black as the galaxy's the galaxy but as white as a star. This man was the galaxy itself. He proclaimed he was god and that I was facing divine punishment. I would be trapped for eternity unless I reached the power of a god. He said then I can break out of the box myself.

The sounds of birds echoed throughout the box, and the air spun around the room. The flames crackled on the fireplace and the water trickled down the ceiling.The water dripping sounded like plop plop. With the air whooshing around the box making the sound of breeze.