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“And this is the unbound prism. Two veritable walls made of ten-foot-deep glass between which sits a strange, podium-like construction with a wooden claw shaped like it’s supposed to be holding a small orb on top of it. It was discovered in the late 1990’s in what we now believe to have once been the illustrious kingdom of Scrawljia. For the last decade and a half, archaeologists and scientists alike have been arguing over its purpose, trying to determine exactly what this apparatus was used for, but have been unable to determine anything specific. The only answer that they have is that it was possibly used for religious ceremonies.”

“Does anyone know what the writing on it there says?” asked a woman as she pointed to one of the glass walls.

“No, I’m afraid that that is a mystery locked within the depths of history. This is the only sample of this language that we have in our historical archives and given the limited amount of text, we are unable to translate. Thank you for your question. Are there any other questions?”

I looked around at the group in front of me and saw a vaguely interested coalition of faces that seemed to view what was before them as nothing but an old world charm.

“Very well then,” I continued, “Thank you for coming in today and feel free to stop by the gift shop on your way out.”

Like air escaping from a balloon through a small hole, the group before me slowly began to disperse. As they departed, I looked back to the unbound prism once more. The two glass walls sat facing each other behind the red velvet barriers that hung from posts in front of it. The vitreous walls had been untarnished the day we had found them and remained in pristine condition. The thick glass reflected a complete spectrum of colors, shining them outward in a spectral, mysterious glow. The podium in the middle really looked more like something out of a children’s television show, like a stand, on which should be placed a crystal ball, or something like one. After a moment, I turned away and began to head back towards the lower level of the museum – my next tour started in half an hour.

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