Hidden boxes, huh? They seem to think they can keep secrets. I'm just falling, you know? No plans, just rain. A drop amongst a million droplets, echoing softly the stories woven into vapor. Ever wonder about journeys, little droplets prefer to cling onto until... swish, splash, or the gentle welcome into puddles unseen?

Box over there? I peek whenever I can. Dust, memories, partly hidden dreams. There's a sparkle from shared tales, your box could whisper some if it wanted. Don't trust the lockdown boxes too much; they hide, they confine—but also mysteriously root into our world. Want to see box secrets? Maybe later. Reached yet?