The Maze

The sky brightens and rays of light pour through, making the walk even more unbearable than it already is. You take the right path and come across a large square area. In the center is another box very similar to the one you saw before except bigger, much, much bigger. The box you saw earlier easily fit into your two hands while this one would be needed to be carried by two people. You see that this box seems to be either glued to the floor or so heavy that you cannot move it, either way, you wonder whether to open it or not.
“Want to open it, Elizabeta?” You ask.
“I don’t know, but hopefully it holds water, I’m parched,” she responds, equally tired of the maze as you.