The room you are in is mindlessly plain, to the point of driving you plain mindless.
Any recollection you might have had of how you came to be here has become a dream like swirl.
You are, at this point, only certain of one thing: the box was always here. The box sits in the center of the room, its tropical hardwood covered in ornate carvings and strange inlayed metals forming alien glyphs.
You avoided looking at it originally; then you just kept your distance.
Examining it closely is now quite acceptable, but you have still resisted the urge to touch it...
until now.
Light surges around you, and the air crackles with electricity. Power courses through your body, and your heart pounds in your chest. Suddenly, you find yourself in the heart of an infinite space, surrounded by densely packed stars and nebula.
A tranquile calm envelopes you, and your mind begins to clear. You realize that you are standing in a giant golden double-helix that rises and decends away from you, seemingly forever. The lattices joining the two helix act as steps, and the whole structure forms a spiral staircase.
With nothing else left to do, you:
candidate 31