Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick...

Time went on and on but Prophet did not notice it passing, since the empty eye sockets in their mask were now focused solely on the small object that floated above their puppet-like hand.

It wasn't here before, nor did it seem like it was around to stay. How- and why- did it show up in the first place? They had no clue. It puzzled them. Although it might as well have been a result of some mindless doing of theirs.
They tilted their - although nonexistent under their cloak and behind the wooden mask - head, and made a low, murmuring noise that resembled a thoughtful hum, which echoed softly, and soon fully merged into dark.
They were curious.

They wrapped their thin, stick-like fingers around the shape - cubic, round? It seemed to be fluctuating irregularly, unstable to the point where Prophet felt like if they clenched their digits into a fist, it would be enough to erase it from this plane completely.
But who knows where would it go then.

They brought it closer, allowing it to levitate right in front of them.
Hmm.
Maybe they didn't create it, after all. Maybe it belonged to someone already.

Maybe it would be a good idea to find its rightful owner.