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| >Your head still pounding, you realize using magic to investigate the cube further might be worthwhile |
| >You fear that initiating magical contact with the cube could disturb it and trigger a dangerous event, or corrupt your own magic in some incomprehensible way |
| >You carefully trace around the entire perimeter of the room, looking for any small nooks, crannies, tools… Anything whatsoever that could give you a clue, or aid you in your attempt to escape |
| >You find nothing. Nothing except for the glossy, sterile, white walls and floor caging you in like a helpless little bird. Or more accurately, like a helpless little unicorn. |
| >Nothing except for that foreboding cube, of course… |
| >You steel your resolve and channel magic into your horn |
| >It feels weak, and it causes your head to hurt even more |
| >Even so, you had trained in sensing-magic quite thoroughly, and became very efficient at doing it without much magic loss |
| >Your magical energy slowly envelops the cube in the shape of a sphere |
| >You make sure to not touch it directly, trying instead to gauge how much magical energy is stored within by sensing its flux across your own magic barrier |
| >You get an answer straight away: lots of energy. Lots. |
| >You’re stunned that that much energy can remain stable in such high density without collapsing in on itself. Your knowledge of magic indicates to you that this shouldn’t be possible… |
| >You dissipate your magic sphere, trying to avoid excess contact with the cube’s aura as much as possible. |
| >Next, you try to analyze the hum coming directly from the cube |
| >Your horn fills with magic again and you close your eyes |
| >In the darkness, you begin to see the humming noise visually, pulsing up and down, up and down |
| >Your magic sweeps across the hum’s frequency spectrum, from which you immediately notice it is in fact a rhythmic pulse |
| >You note to yourself that pulse wouldn’t be the right word exactly, more like… a periodic series of undulations. |
| >You can see it consists almost entirely of very low frequencies, the majority of them not even perceptible to pony ears |
| >You stare some more at the magical display generated, but can’t seem to decipher much else from it. |
| >You open your eyes, the cube still spinning in front of you |
| >You consider attacking it with whatever magic you can muster, but quickly decide against the idea |
| >Through your magical analysis you discovered that your earlier fears of disturbing the cube were justified: any serious magical perturbation could rapidly cause the energy held within the cube to become unstable |
| >You fear you may have no other option but to do the unthinkable… |
| >You shudder. |
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