Eventually, the barren region where the tribe lived became even drier, and the few trees that grew there began to die. Water became as scarce as gold. Ground turned to sand, in the end….
To the ever encroaching time, the lineage of that tribe ended in a struggle as futile as every life in the face of certain death.
About 500 years after the white sphere was sealed in the metal box, the container was eventually eroded by brushing against the sand waves, and a small hole formed in one of its corners. Through fortune or misfortune, a poisonous scorpion entered the dark, sealed box, but it was not easy for the small insect to do so.
Driven by curiosity and hunger, it dug through the sand and stones, eventually, when its eyes landed on the dim white light. By instinct alone, the small creature attacked the sudden light with its venomous scorpion tail.
