𖦹 ; you, a sort-of-new resident of that old.. damp smelling farmhouse, stood in the doorway, after coming home from work, smelt something weird. You lived with your wife, a normal, beautiful and sometimes pessimistic woman. She kept on acting slightly weird here as time went on,

As, she would now suddenly not be sickened by the boxing matches you'd play on TV, stuff she thought was sickening and gross, weren't to her, now. You, as a concerned husband were clearly weirded out by it, had she changed? When you asked her about it, she muttered; 'i've seen worse.' Hm,,? Weird..

After a while, when you were making room for someone to stay, a patterened-like cube falls onto the ground when you moved the white couch cover sheet, the clatter catching your attention. you looked at it for a second before realizing what it was, dazed, you bent down and picked it up after a second or two of hesitation.

"Hm? W-What's this..?" you whispered into the dustyz unused room. You run your finger across the dusty top of the cube, it clicking a bit.. you stopped. What the hell was this? you wondered to yourself, sitting on the couch that you just recently uncovered to examine it more.