Story of an indigenous man living on some remote place unaffected by civilization.
One day, I lead a few friends a long way, and find a strange box resting on a couple of stones. We look around the box, a pretty large box strangely shaped. Some of sides of the box are made of a transparent material. The box is nicely decorated with shinny pieces, and all sorts of different items of different colors and consistency. One of my friends enters the box (there was an opening), against our protests. As he sees a thing dangling, he proceeds to turn it.
We all ran for cover. The box came alive, in a loud noise, spraying us with poisoned air, vibrating & shaking, the decorations started to move around.
Our friend was still inside yelling and screaming, Finally, he squirted out of the box, and ran over to us.
Finally, the box silenced.
We approached it carefully. What is this? Is it a strange being? Or did a strange being make it? But for what purpose? Is it a weapon to spray poison air? Is it some sort of drum arrangement? Or maybe a device to make something? The moving pieces could be to throw things at an enemy?
We thought it over for days as we observed the strange box.
All of us came up with different theories on what it was or what it did.
To this day, we still don't know for sure, but one thing is certain, it is some sort of device that other beings left. But, we will get to the bottom of this.