Anew

The old soothsayer hands me an old dusty box and tells me it's a gift. I should open it, he says to me. Tells me that it will change my life. When I slip off its cover, there is nothing inside. He tells me to look closer, so I indulge him. The box is very small, the kind that might hold a ring. When I move closer to it, it starts to vibrate, then light strobes from within its interior. Then there is a flash, and I lose consciousness. When I wake up, the old man is gone. The box is in my hand and I am in a park, in a city I do not recognize. In the pond at the park, I do not recognize my reflection.