The dust of the box was thick enough to take several minutes of dusting to remove a layer on just the top. Three words were impressed into the wood, clearly marking the warning to leave it's lock be. But through the clothes and beauty and talent, there was little room for hesitance in Ruby's heart. The lock easily slipped open under her thumb, the metal smooth and un-rusted despite the condition of the wood. A glow faintly emanated from within, soon turning into a blinding light that caused her to shield her eyes for several seconds, until the afterimage subsided. Three figures stood before her, no sign of the box remaining besides thin dust coating the spot where it sat. Ruby only remembered one thought before she passed out; White, yellow, black.