Once upon a time, a young child lived in a plain home with an ordinary family.

The child was content and provided for by their parents, who lived a modest life. The family had very few rules: Treat others with respect and kindness, try your best at everything you do, and don’t open the storage chest in the attic.

The family taught these rules to their child at the age of three.

The child obediently followed the first two rules, and avoided the attic for many years. But after many years had passed, the parents asked the child to fetch an item from the attic — and the child went up the ladder without pause.

The child found the item near the entrance to the attic quite easily, and was fascinated by the other treasures in the attic. Being an inquisitive and curious kid, the child decided to admire the other things in the attic and after a while stumbled upon a dusty container in a far corner of the room.

The container looked like a treasure chest, forgotten by time and people alike, but drew the curiosity of the child like metal to a magnet. The child felt the container, cold to their touch and smooth like a stone. It was heavy to the child’s arms, and they found that they could not move it. So the child did what any curious child might do, and opened the container to see what was inside.

The world was never the same once Pandora opened that box.