The quiet room suddenly felt much less ordinary.
I carried the object into the hallway where the lighting was brighter. The additional light revealed more details but surprisingly provided few answers. The surface appeared to be made of plastic. It was lightweight but sturdy. The design seemed intentional, though its purpose remained unclear.
I searched for a switch.
Lighting fixtures
Nothing.
I searched for a logo.
Nothing.
I searched for any clue that would reveal what I was holding.
Still nothing.
For several minutes, I rotated it in my hands like a puzzle waiting to be solved.
The situation would have seemed ridiculous to an outside observer. There I was, standing in the middle of my hallway late at night, completely fascinated by a mysterious piece of plastic.
Yet the mystery refused to leave my mind.
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