What if Pandora's box was empty? What if, when the dainty hands of Her grabbed onto the lid, nothing happened? Instead of all the evils in the world cramped into one three-dimensional box, the contents were nothing but a mixture of invisible gasses. Its glory and reputation, proven null. Its destiny, unfulfilled. The name "Pandora", with a capital P, washed away by tears, leaving only a box behind. Then what? What would the world say? Will they cast it away, deeming it just an ordinary box? Would regret bubble into people’s hearts? A constant reminder that maybe it was a mistake to have opened the lid.
The great mystery of “the box” is not as extravagant as “Pandora’s box.” No human would be even slightly interested. That is why, if you examine the situation better, it is fair to say that reality is no more worth solving the mystery. Its reputation tarnished by air needs saving from the truth. The name boldly spelled out with a capital P must remain in print. Its birth given right shall remain, allowing it to be called Pandora’s. Who cares if it is all a lie? Who cares if none of this speaks of the truth? To remain in the memory of people means to leave behind who you really are. For no one cares for the truth.
So thus, I shall paint the box with Gold, covering the cracks of its failure. The wounds of its defeat will run with glittering gemstones. No one will dare to hold it. Its secret will be forever locked hidden behind the layers of riches and diamonds. No one will know. No one will know the truth… no. No one will care for the truth.