I pulled out my old backpack, packed a notebook, a portable charger, and a spare camera. “If this thing is trying to tell us something, I’m going to follow it,” I declared. “But first—”
I lifted the larger box, and a burst of light erupted, sending a holographic projection into the air—a swirling galaxy of images, voices, songs, and memories. The projection hovered above the chamber, shimmering like a living tapestry. usepov240610justinejakobsjustineexplains