The Sealed Chamber’s Tale
In a box of steel, sealed tight and true,
An apple lay, with a crimson hue.
No air to breathe, no way to flee,
Yet change began—silent, unseen.
Days turned to weeks; the stillness lied,
For within the box, the apple died.
Its skin grew soft, its core turned black,
Decay marched on, no turning back.
But whispers swirled in the lab each night,
Of forces unseen, hidden from sight.
Could time alone break this sacred seal,
Or was there more to this fate surreal?
Did microbes stir in a secret dance,
Or quantum flickers give time a chance?
Was the box as pure as they thought it to be,
Or was there a breach they could not see?
The scientists pondered, their minds askew,
As the box stood firm, their theories few.
And still the apple, its secrets vast,
Told a story of futures, of science, of past.
For fiction thrives where mysteries bloom,
In the sterile lab or a cosmic room.
A box, an apple, an unbroken seal,
Yet truths unravel, and wounds reveal.