Speaker 1: To whoever's reading this. You probably don't know who I am,
Speaker 1: but I'm sorry for what I've done to you. This
Speaker 1: will probably never make it to the public, but my
Speaker 1: guilt is eating away at me, and I feel like
Speaker 1: I'm a lot of options. The least I could do
Speaker 1: is get this out there so that maybe hopefully someone
Speaker 1: reads this and more unlikely takes this seriously. That way,
Speaker 1: I'm not one of the few who know just how
Speaker 1: bad we messed up and what we've done to the world.
Speaker 1: I'm sure this will read like some nutjobs manifesto, but
Speaker 1: please hear me out. I think I've helped link our
Speaker 1: world to something else out there, and if humanity isn't careful,
Speaker 1: we're going to open a door and invite something to
Speaker 1: Earth that I'm pretty sure will end us in the
Speaker 1: blink of an eye. I know that's a lot, so
Speaker 1: let me backtrack. I was an archaeologist, and a damn
Speaker 1: fine one, if I do say so myself. I specialized
Speaker 1: into coding ancient writing that probably helped with translating most
Speaker 1: of the more popular ancient texts out there, from Sumerian
Speaker 1: to Greek to Egyptian. So when I get a call
Speaker 1: from a small specialized team off in Egypt about wanting
Speaker 1: some text translated on a door in a recently uncovered tomb.
Speaker 1: I don't bat an eye, and I just book it
Speaker 1: to the next flight. I keep a diary of my findings.
Speaker 1: I keep it hidden so the guys that got me
Speaker 1: quarantine haven't taken it. It's funny. I can read the words,
Speaker 1: I understand what they mean individually, but I can't piece
Speaker 1: together my own writing. It's like it's like my mind
Speaker 1: immediately forgets whatever it is that I read. It's got
Speaker 1: to be an effect of the tomb. In any case,
Speaker 1: I've decided to painstakingly, word by word transcribe my diary here.
Speaker 1: Hopefully you can make sense of it. Day one. You'd
Speaker 1: think that after spending days in sand swept dunes or
Speaker 1: remote ancient locations, you get tired of it. But but
Speaker 1: here I am writing from a tent just outside of
Speaker 1: a recently excavated tomb they found here in guild Kaber.
Speaker 1: I'll admit I'm a little apprehensive. While the door to
Speaker 1: the tomb is fascinating, I'll get to that in a minute.
Speaker 1: I don't know how anyone would have found this thing
Speaker 1: in the first place. There was no tomb marker, no statues,
Speaker 1: absolutely nothing built into or around this plateau that would
Speaker 1: indicate it tomb was hidden here. If these guys weren't
Speaker 1: using some of the latest seismic tools to map out
Speaker 1: the land, there's no telling how much longer this thing
Speaker 1: would have stayed buried. I can understand too, their eagerness
Speaker 1: to excavate and unearth is fined. It's rare to get
Speaker 1: to see an untouched tomb nowadays, especially one so isolated
Speaker 1: from any others in the map. Makes me wonder if
Speaker 1: there's a whole cache of hidden tombs just waiting to
Speaker 1: be uncovered to share their history. It's exciting. So back
Speaker 1: to the door. It's massive, two twenty foot or so
Speaker 1: slabs of deep black granite, And that's my guess anyway,
Speaker 1: from what they've uncovered so far, they're still whittling away
Speaker 1: at the rock surrounding it. But the glimpses I see
Speaker 1: is still incredible. Nonetheless, it goes without saying, but I'm
Speaker 1: most fascinated by the writing on the doors. Every single
Speaker 1: inch of the stone uncovered so far has dense lines
Speaker 1: of script, like the Resetta Stone. It's weathered all hell,
Speaker 1: but I can identify some hieroglyphics as well as ancient Greek.
Speaker 1: I can't make out full sentences yet, but from what
Speaker 1: I got so far, I can see something about a
Speaker 1: key or an origin of some sort, and something about riches.
Speaker 1: The guys seemed to work a little fast draft I
Speaker 1: plucked that word. In any case, we got a lot
Speaker 1: of work ahead of us, but this seems promising. Day
Speaker 1: five spend steady going, but we've been making progress on
Speaker 1: getting this door uncovered. Rick Welson, the man leading this
Speaker 1: whole expedition, is a fair enough guy, making sure no
Speaker 1: one overworks themselves in his heat. Rix's picked a great
Speaker 1: team here, between Jimmy, Susan, Frank, Jade and myself. I
Speaker 1: can't think of a better team cracking the secret of
Speaker 1: this tomb. I think we're all just excited to see
Speaker 1: what's on the other side. The only bad news so
Speaker 1: far is that years and years under soil hasn't treated
Speaker 1: these labs well. I'm having difficulty translating the full message transcribed.
Speaker 1: My best guess on what the writing on the door
Speaker 1: says is the key to nothing is resting here. Wealth
Speaker 1: there is none forgetting is a gift. The warnings are
Speaker 1: written all the time on tombs, often warning about curses
Speaker 1: or traps, but I haven't read one like this before.
Speaker 1: At our continued rate, we should have this door ready
Speaker 1: to go in a few days or so, weather permenting
Speaker 1: Day eight. Today's the day we got enough of the
Speaker 1: door uncovered to be able to open it. Seeing blacks
Speaker 1: set of doors nestling into the rock really is quite imposing.
Speaker 1: The warning over and over inlaid in the door doesn't
Speaker 1: help either. Still, this this isn't my first rodeo. So
Speaker 1: once we find a way to get these doors open,
Speaker 1: our report back later on we have uncovered Rick. Wait, wait,
Speaker 1: I already wrote this. I never updated on what we
Speaker 1: found it. Come to think of it, I'm drawing a
Speaker 1: blank on yesterday, I remember writing in my journal we
Speaker 1: set up the equipment to force the doors open, and
Speaker 1: nothing looking out of my tent. Right now the doors
Speaker 1: remain closed. I need to investigate. So I just spoke
Speaker 1: to Rick, and he's also a bit confused. When I
Speaker 1: asked him how long we've been out here, he also
Speaker 1: thought it was still day eight. I showed him my
Speaker 1: phone's date. He seemed as puzzlive as I was. We
Speaker 1: gathered everyone up, and sure enough, it's like an entire
Speaker 1: day was taken away from all of us. None of
Speaker 1: us remembered what happened when we forced the doors opened,
Speaker 1: or why it's back to being closed. I'd like to
Speaker 1: contribute it to the sweltering heat that I know that's
Speaker 1: not true. Something's wrong. Rick paused all further attempts until
Speaker 1: we figure out what's going on. I'm going to go
Speaker 1: back through my notes to see if I missed anything
Speaker 1: on the translations between the five of us. Someone's got
Speaker 1: to remember something day ten. I don't know who Frank is.
Speaker 1: I wrote about him on day five, but I have
Speaker 1: no idea why I wrote that. I asked the whole camp.
Speaker 1: They assume that it's always just been us five, not six.
Speaker 1: Everyone's drawing a collective blank on what happened the day
Speaker 1: we tried to open the tomb. Everything in our brains
Speaker 1: tells us it's stupid to try again. But at the
Speaker 1: same time, when we sit in silence checking our gear,
Speaker 1: the collective desire to try again is palpable. This isn't
Speaker 1: a group so easily willing to give up. Rick seems
Speaker 1: to be in the same boat and saying that we'll
Speaker 1: try again tomorrow. Something he was bothering me. Everyone assures
Speaker 1: me that it's always been us five. Well, why then
Speaker 1: did we set up an extra empty cot. Why do
Speaker 1: we have a bunch of extra supplies and those supplies?
Speaker 1: Why is there a photograph of a woman and her
Speaker 1: child that no one else recognizes? I don't think anyone
Speaker 1: wants to actually sit down and think about this day eleven.
Speaker 1: I don't take two for the tomb today. I didn't
Speaker 1: want to wait until the day was over to begin
Speaker 1: writing how chronicle as we go today. So a little
Speaker 1: before dawn and we set up our supplies ready to
Speaker 1: get into the tomb. Rick had brought a very interesting
Speaker 1: new piece of technology. Well I haven't seen before, a
Speaker 1: crate of self navigational microdrones. According to Rick, these things
Speaker 1: can safely fly into an unknown space and, through a
Speaker 1: bit of three D mapping capabilities, fully map the inside
Speaker 1: of a tomb in a matter of minutes. A part
Speaker 1: of me feels like it takes a little bit of
Speaker 1: the fun out of exploring a place that man hasn't
Speaker 1: set foot in for years. But I also recognize this
Speaker 1: how dangerous these places are. It looks like the team's
Speaker 1: getting ready to crack the door open and set the
Speaker 1: drones in. Once we have a good idea of what's
Speaker 1: in there, we'll head in. The drones took an hour
Speaker 1: to map the area. Rick seemed concerned slightly explained to
Speaker 1: me that he's never seen them take this long. When
Speaker 1: we open up the laptop to look at the scanned area,
Speaker 1: to say that, we say that we were stunned, is
Speaker 1: that's an understatement. This place is huge. If we were
Speaker 1: on an island off of Greece, I would have sworn
Speaker 1: this was the very maze that homed the men a
Speaker 1: tar in the Midt. The sheer time it would have
Speaker 1: taken to carve out the winding tunnels with multiple dead
Speaker 1: ends back hundreds of years ago, it was comparable to
Speaker 1: the Pyramids hundreds of miles away. We're expecting a long
Speaker 1: trek in there, but at least we have a clear
Speaker 1: path to the central chamber. But luck I'll update later
Speaker 1: today on our findings. The energy of the group is
Speaker 1: a little strange there. I mean, there's excitement, for sure,
Speaker 1: but I can't get my translation out of my head.
Speaker 1: Forgetting is a gift. It doesn't make sense, None of
Speaker 1: it does tomb. It's empty. I mean, it's kind of empty.
Speaker 1: So right after my last update, we went inside the
Speaker 1: tomb and immediately entering the solid black granite was much
Speaker 1: cooler than the outside egypt heat. We use the map
Speaker 1: that the drones created and followed the winding path deeper inside.
Speaker 1: The only noise audible was this sound of our own
Speaker 1: footsteps against the solid stone. It really did feel like
Speaker 1: we were the first ones in there. The main room
Speaker 1: also showed no signs of anyone else before us, or
Speaker 1: maybe maybe they just didn't leave a trace. It was
Speaker 1: a large room that seemed like it should be filled
Speaker 1: with priceless artifacts, but there was nothing except for the coffin.
Speaker 1: This goes against most Egyptian burials. They believed that you
Speaker 1: brought your possessions with you to the afterlife. Why were
Speaker 1: there none in this room? I mean, at first we
Speaker 1: thought that we had found the tomb of someone infamous,
Speaker 1: someone who did something so horrible the Egyptians wanted to
Speaker 1: forget about them, but opening the sarcophagus led to only
Speaker 1: more questions. It was empty. I still don't think anyone
Speaker 1: got to it before us, as it took us a
Speaker 1: lot of effort to pry open the lid to the
Speaker 1: strange sarcophagus seated in the dead sie enter of the room.
Speaker 1: It too was made of a similar material to the
Speaker 1: doors and the walls. It was solid black granite. It
Speaker 1: wasn't carved into a person's visage like most sarcopha guy,
Speaker 1: but instead covered in writing. I took plenty of photos,
Speaker 1: which I planned to review for translations soon. But once
Speaker 1: we got the lid open and peered inside, however, we
Speaker 1: were greeted with nothing, an empty black coffin. We searched
Speaker 1: the inside looking for a lever, a switch, writing something,
Speaker 1: he was empty. The smooth, solid black of granite almost
Speaker 1: made it look like we were peering into an empty void.
Speaker 1: My conclusion, I think this was a tomb that never
Speaker 1: got filled. Something went wrong, and whoever was supposed to
Speaker 1: be buried here wasn't. Clearly it was someone not liked,
Speaker 1: so they went ahead and probably dropped him in a
Speaker 1: ditch called it a day. Well, part of me is
Speaker 1: a little disappointed. This was still an interesting find, even
Speaker 1: if it's due to the irregularity of the tomb. Some
Speaker 1: of the others want to scope out some of the
Speaker 1: other dead ends to see if anything was missed. Afoy
Speaker 1: wrap it up here and report our findings. I mean,
Speaker 1: I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious to
Speaker 1: take another peek in there myself. Day twelve. I couldn't
Speaker 1: sleep last night. Just as I felt like I was
Speaker 1: finally dozing off, it sounded like someone was mumbling or
Speaker 1: whispering in their sleep. I didn't recognize whose voice it was,
Speaker 1: and even when my eyes adjusted to the darkness of
Speaker 1: the tent, I couldn't see any one's lips moving. Despite this,
Speaker 1: I've been making solid progress on my translation. A lot
Speaker 1: of it seemed to repeat the warning on the door.
Speaker 1: Some of the new stuff talks about a voice translated
Speaker 1: to your voice could also be my voice. It's tough
Speaker 1: to discern the context. I'll keep working on it. I
Speaker 1: think it may not have just been me who didn't
Speaker 1: get much sleep last night. Everyone's acting a little weird.
Speaker 1: This morning. I saw Jade push Jimmy's He was bent
Speaker 1: over looking at our supplies. Not naturally, Jimmy was pissed.
Speaker 1: It's weird, though, is that Jade was immediately apologetic, claiming
Speaker 1: she just had the urge to do it. It wasn't
Speaker 1: just her though I watched Rick purposely bend the antenna
Speaker 1: to one of the handheld radios. We have only to
Speaker 1: then try to fix it. Cursing under his breath, I'm
Speaker 1: I'm not sure what's going on. It happened to me too.
Speaker 1: I was eating lunch and I just poured out my water.
Speaker 1: I don't know why. It was like I had the
Speaker 1: thought to do it, and I really wanted to, so
Speaker 1: I did. I didn't do it involuntarily, at least I
Speaker 1: don't think I did. I just chose to act on
Speaker 1: that thought. With how fast it came and went, though
Speaker 1: honestly felt like it wasn't even my own thought. I'm
Speaker 1: not sure what's gotten in in me. Something's wrong with us.
Speaker 1: Susan came out of the tomb frantic. Her and Jimmy
Speaker 1: just went into the cave a half hour ago. Jimmy
Speaker 1: wasn't with her when she came out. Susan told us
Speaker 1: that Jimmy jumped. They were checking out some of the
Speaker 1: other branch paths. They came across the pit, and she
Speaker 1: said they both stared at it for some time before
Speaker 1: he just leapt like he was diving into a swimming pool.
Speaker 1: She said, we were ready to head in and see
Speaker 1: what we could do to get him out, but she
Speaker 1: made it clear that after a few moments of silence,
Speaker 1: she heard him land. Then silence were turned. Rick's made
Speaker 1: it clear no one's going back into the tomb, and
Speaker 1: he called the institution funding our dig to get us
Speaker 1: a ride out of the desert while we wait for
Speaker 1: a ride to show up in the next few days.
Speaker 1: I'm gonna try to translate more of this sarcophagus, mostly
Speaker 1: to keep my mind off of what's happening, but adhesive
Speaker 1: me also feels like this is this is important. There's
Speaker 1: something we missed. Day thirteen. What do we let out?
Speaker 1: I couldn't sleep last night, so at some point I
Speaker 1: must have scribbled what I wrote earlier. I'd be lying
Speaker 1: if I said I remember writing that, though I think
Speaker 1: it's just it's what I'm secretly afraid of, that that
Speaker 1: was a sealed coffin. I'm not really superstitious, but what
Speaker 1: if we were cursed? I feel ridiculous writing that things
Speaker 1: have been. I'm even getting worse. I keep getting strange
Speaker 1: little urges. Light all of our matches, rip a hole
Speaker 1: in our tent, draw a deep line in the sand
Speaker 1: with my foot. As fast as they arrive, they leave,
Speaker 1: But it's tough to act against them. I can see
Speaker 1: everyone on edge. They must be dealing with the same thing.
Speaker 2: I need to deal with my translations today. This might
Speaker 2: prove to be the distraction I need. He will be
Speaker 2: your voice, but your actions will be his. Everyone will
Speaker 2: be the key to the coming nothing. Who is he?
Speaker 1: What? What did we let out? Nothing? Nothing? Is? Is
Speaker 1: nothing a thing or a state that will reach I'm
Speaker 1: I'm going to keep this to myself. I don't want
Speaker 1: the rest of the crew freaking out. This doesn't sit
Speaker 1: right though. He will have my voice, but my actions
Speaker 1: will be his. Is this what we're all experiencing? What's
Speaker 1: going on? Who is in my head? Whatever I wrote
Speaker 1: ends there. I can't remember much from our time by
Speaker 1: only bits and pieces. I can remember the tomb itself.
Speaker 1: I remember we opened it. My solid memory kicks up
Speaker 1: right When we were being driven back. The driver kept
Speaker 1: asking us if there were more people, but we were
Speaker 1: sure that there were only the four of us. He
Speaker 1: seemed to hesitate on that information. But if if I'm
Speaker 1: being honest, the guy was a little weird anyway. He's
Speaker 1: driving us back to the base of operations, swerving the
Speaker 1: car back and forth just for the fun of it. Scene.
Speaker 1: Everyone's been acting weird around us. It's subtle, but I've
Speaker 1: seen a guy impulsively kick over a waistband. Another guy
Speaker 1: just he bit his cheek hard enough to bleed a little.
Speaker 1: Didn't take long for a few guys in suits to
Speaker 1: step in ask us about what we remember down in
Speaker 1: the tomb. They've had us in quarantine for some time now,
Speaker 1: but I think whatever they're trying to quarantine, it's it's
Speaker 1: far too late. I've heard them use the term intrusive
Speaker 1: thoughts in passing, and I think that's the best way
Speaker 1: to describe what I've been feeling, these these thoughts that
Speaker 1: I have. I wish I knew what to say if
Speaker 1: this ever gets out there. To whoever's reading this, please
Speaker 1: you can't listen to that voice when it calls. I
Speaker 1: don't know what that voice is, what it's inching us
Speaker 1: towards with these little actions. But if a butterfly flapping
Speaker 1: its wings can cause a typhoon on the other side
Speaker 1: of the globe, I shuddered to think what the small
Speaker 1: actions of the entire world might be leading to. I
Speaker 1: don't know where I heard this advice from, but I
Speaker 1: feel like it fits the situation. Just forget about those thoughts.
Speaker 1: They'll let your mind dwell on them. Sometimes forgetting is
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