You're the pain, You're the cure
Mahira stood dazed as she looked at 2 glass boxes that stood vertically before her eyes, when she'd closed her eyes she clearly remembered it wasn’t there, but now, as she opened her eyes, she stood frozen staring at those 2 glass boxes, they were beautifully decorated in many rich jewels and rubies with golden rim all around it, blue roses adorned the box at several places looking more a painting and not real flowers, at the bottom of the glass boxes were the same rich tribal art full of their culture