Mocking Science

The metal hinge began to squeal as I slowly nudged the door inside fixating my eyes on a line of syringes sitting on an extended black table.

What I saw next made my pupils dilate as my body adjusted to the adrenaline rush.
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There were 7 steel containers, each painted a different color.

With a trembling hand I managed to open the dark red one, three igneous rocks that were the shade of ashes resided there. The green one had a rather ambiguous looking plant the size of a bonsai bearing a huge flower. This flower had veins reaching out in all directions creating a psychedelic pattern and a very preternatural one. I continued to watch as the flower sensitized under the touch of my index finger, changing colors.

But it was only later that I realized the blackening surface that began to form on the tip of my fingers as if I was desiccating.