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Do not let them win.
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Speaker 1 (00:02):
To whoever's reading this. You probably don't know who I am,
but I'm sorry for what I've done to you. This
will probably never make it to the public, but my
guilt is eating away at me, and I feel like
I'm a lot of options. The least I could do
(00:24):
is get this out there so that maybe hopefully someone
reads this and more unlikely takes this seriously. That way,
I'm not one of the few who know just how
bad we messed up and what we've done to the world.
I'm sure this will read like some nutjobs manifesto, but
(00:45):
please hear me out. I think I've helped link our
world to something else out there, and if humanity isn't careful,
we're going to open a door and invite something to
Earth that I'm pretty sure will end us in the
blink of an eye. I know that's a lot, so
(01:11):
let me backtrack. I was an archaeologist, and a damn
fine one, if I do say so myself. I specialized
into coding ancient writing that probably helped with translating most
of the more popular ancient texts out there, from Sumerian
to Greek to Egyptian. So when I get a call
from a small specialized team off in Egypt about wanting
(01:33):
some text translated on a door in a recently uncovered tomb.
I don't bat an eye, and I just book it
to the next flight. I keep a diary of my findings.
I keep it hidden so the guys that got me
quarantine haven't taken it. It's funny. I can read the words,
I understand what they mean individually, but I can't piece
(01:55):
together my own writing. It's like it's like my mind
immediately forgets whatever it is that I read. It's got
to be an effect of the tomb. In any case,
I've decided to painstakingly, word by word transcribe my diary here.
(02:16):
Hopefully you can make sense of it. Day one. You'd
think that after spending days in sand swept dunes or
remote ancient locations, you get tired of it. But but
here I am writing from a tent just outside of
a recently excavated tomb they found here in guild Kaber.
(02:39):
I'll admit I'm a little apprehensive. While the door to
the tomb is fascinating, I'll get to that in a minute.
I don't know how anyone would have found this thing
in the first place. There was no tomb marker, no statues,
absolutely nothing built into or around this plateau that would
indicate it tomb was hidden here. If these guys weren't
(03:03):
using some of the latest seismic tools to map out
the land, there's no telling how much longer this thing
would have stayed buried. I can understand too, their eagerness
to excavate and unearth is fined. It's rare to get
to see an untouched tomb nowadays, especially one so isolated
from any others in the map. Makes me wonder if
(03:23):
there's a whole cache of hidden tombs just waiting to
be uncovered to share their history. It's exciting. So back
to the door. It's massive, two twenty foot or so
slabs of deep black granite, And that's my guess anyway,
(03:45):
from what they've uncovered so far, they're still whittling away
at the rock surrounding it. But the glimpses I see
is still incredible. Nonetheless, it goes without saying, but I'm
most fascinated by the writing on the doors. Every single
inch of the stone uncovered so far has dense lines
of script, like the Resetta Stone. It's weathered all hell,
(04:07):
but I can identify some hieroglyphics as well as ancient Greek.
I can't make out full sentences yet, but from what
I got so far, I can see something about a
key or an origin of some sort, and something about riches.
The guys seemed to work a little fast draft I
plucked that word. In any case, we got a lot
(04:32):
of work ahead of us, but this seems promising. Day
five spend steady going, but we've been making progress on
getting this door uncovered. Rick Welson, the man leading this
whole expedition, is a fair enough guy, making sure no
one overworks themselves in his heat. Rix's picked a great
(04:53):
team here, between Jimmy, Susan, Frank, Jade and myself. I
can't think of a better team cracking the secret of
this tomb. I think we're all just excited to see
what's on the other side. The only bad news so
far is that years and years under soil hasn't treated
these labs well. I'm having difficulty translating the full message transcribed.
(05:15):
My best guess on what the writing on the door
says is the key to nothing is resting here. Wealth
there is none forgetting is a gift. The warnings are
written all the time on tombs, often warning about curses
or traps, but I haven't read one like this before.
(05:38):
At our continued rate, we should have this door ready
to go in a few days or so, weather permenting
Day eight. Today's the day we got enough of the
door uncovered to be able to open it. Seeing blacks
set of doors nestling into the rock really is quite imposing.
(05:58):
The warning over and over inlaid in the door doesn't
help either. Still, this this isn't my first rodeo. So
once we find a way to get these doors open,
our report back later on we have uncovered Rick. Wait, wait,
I already wrote this. I never updated on what we
found it. Come to think of it, I'm drawing a
(06:23):
blank on yesterday, I remember writing in my journal we
set up the equipment to force the doors open, and
nothing looking out of my tent. Right now the doors
remain closed. I need to investigate. So I just spoke
(06:44):
to Rick, and he's also a bit confused. When I
asked him how long we've been out here, he also
thought it was still day eight. I showed him my
phone's date. He seemed as puzzlive as I was. We
gathered everyone up, and sure enough, it's like an entire
day was taken away from all of us. None of
us remembered what happened when we forced the doors opened,
or why it's back to being closed. I'd like to
(07:07):
contribute it to the sweltering heat that I know that's
not true. Something's wrong. Rick paused all further attempts until
we figure out what's going on. I'm going to go
back through my notes to see if I missed anything
on the translations between the five of us. Someone's got
to remember something day ten. I don't know who Frank is.
(07:36):
I wrote about him on day five, but I have
no idea why I wrote that. I asked the whole camp.
They assume that it's always just been us five, not six.
Everyone's drawing a collective blank on what happened the day
we tried to open the tomb. Everything in our brains
tells us it's stupid to try again. But at the
(07:57):
same time, when we sit in silence checking our gear,
the collective desire to try again is palpable. This isn't
a group so easily willing to give up. Rick seems
to be in the same boat and saying that we'll
try again tomorrow. Something he was bothering me. Everyone assures
(08:19):
me that it's always been us five. Well, why then
did we set up an extra empty cot. Why do
we have a bunch of extra supplies and those supplies?
Why is there a photograph of a woman and her
child that no one else recognizes? I don't think anyone
wants to actually sit down and think about this day eleven.
(08:45):
I don't take two for the tomb today. I didn't
want to wait until the day was over to begin
writing how chronicle as we go today. So a little
before dawn and we set up our supplies ready to
get into the tomb. Rick had brought a very interesting
new piece of technology. Well I haven't seen before, a
crate of self navigational microdrones. According to Rick, these things
can safely fly into an unknown space and, through a
(09:07):
bit of three D mapping capabilities, fully map the inside
of a tomb in a matter of minutes. A part
of me feels like it takes a little bit of
the fun out of exploring a place that man hasn't
set foot in for years. But I also recognize this
how dangerous these places are. It looks like the team's
getting ready to crack the door open and set the
drones in. Once we have a good idea of what's
in there, we'll head in. The drones took an hour
(09:31):
to map the area. Rick seemed concerned slightly explained to
me that he's never seen them take this long. When
we open up the laptop to look at the scanned area,
to say that, we say that we were stunned, is
that's an understatement. This place is huge. If we were
on an island off of Greece, I would have sworn
(09:52):
this was the very maze that homed the men a
tar in the Midt. The sheer time it would have
taken to carve out the winding tunnels with multiple dead
ends back hundreds of years ago, it was comparable to
the Pyramids hundreds of miles away. We're expecting a long
trek in there, but at least we have a clear
(10:13):
path to the central chamber. But luck I'll update later
today on our findings. The energy of the group is
a little strange there. I mean, there's excitement, for sure,
but I can't get my translation out of my head.
Forgetting is a gift. It doesn't make sense, None of
(10:39):
it does tomb. It's empty. I mean, it's kind of empty.
So right after my last update, we went inside the
tomb and immediately entering the solid black granite was much
cooler than the outside egypt heat. We use the map
that the drones created and followed the winding path deeper inside.
The only noise audible was this sound of our own
(11:00):
footsteps against the solid stone. It really did feel like
we were the first ones in there. The main room
also showed no signs of anyone else before us, or
maybe maybe they just didn't leave a trace. It was
a large room that seemed like it should be filled
with priceless artifacts, but there was nothing except for the coffin.
(11:23):
This goes against most Egyptian burials. They believed that you
brought your possessions with you to the afterlife. Why were
there none in this room? I mean, at first we
thought that we had found the tomb of someone infamous,
someone who did something so horrible the Egyptians wanted to
forget about them, but opening the sarcophagus led to only
(11:43):
more questions. It was empty. I still don't think anyone
got to it before us, as it took us a
lot of effort to pry open the lid to the
strange sarcophagus seated in the dead sie enter of the room.
It too was made of a similar material to the
doors and the walls. It was solid black granite. It
(12:07):
wasn't carved into a person's visage like most sarcopha guy,
but instead covered in writing. I took plenty of photos,
which I planned to review for translations soon. But once
we got the lid open and peered inside, however, we
were greeted with nothing, an empty black coffin. We searched
(12:29):
the inside looking for a lever, a switch, writing something,
he was empty. The smooth, solid black of granite almost
made it look like we were peering into an empty void.
My conclusion, I think this was a tomb that never
got filled. Something went wrong, and whoever was supposed to
be buried here wasn't. Clearly it was someone not liked,
(12:55):
so they went ahead and probably dropped him in a
ditch called it a day. Well, part of me is
a little disappointed. This was still an interesting find, even
if it's due to the irregularity of the tomb. Some
of the others want to scope out some of the
other dead ends to see if anything was missed. Afoy
wrap it up here and report our findings. I mean,
(13:15):
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious to
take another peek in there myself. Day twelve. I couldn't
sleep last night. Just as I felt like I was
finally dozing off, it sounded like someone was mumbling or
(13:37):
whispering in their sleep. I didn't recognize whose voice it was,
and even when my eyes adjusted to the darkness of
the tent, I couldn't see any one's lips moving. Despite this,
I've been making solid progress on my translation. A lot
of it seemed to repeat the warning on the door.
(14:00):
Some of the new stuff talks about a voice translated
to your voice could also be my voice. It's tough
to discern the context. I'll keep working on it. I
think it may not have just been me who didn't
(14:20):
get much sleep last night. Everyone's acting a little weird.
This morning. I saw Jade push Jimmy's He was bent
over looking at our supplies. Not naturally, Jimmy was pissed.
It's weird, though, is that Jade was immediately apologetic, claiming
she just had the urge to do it. It wasn't
just her though I watched Rick purposely bend the antenna
(14:43):
to one of the handheld radios. We have only to
then try to fix it. Cursing under his breath, I'm
I'm not sure what's going on. It happened to me too.
I was eating lunch and I just poured out my water.
I don't know why. It was like I had the
thought to do it, and I really wanted to, so
(15:04):
I did. I didn't do it involuntarily, at least I
don't think I did. I just chose to act on
that thought. With how fast it came and went, though
honestly felt like it wasn't even my own thought. I'm
not sure what's gotten in in me. Something's wrong with us.
(15:27):
Susan came out of the tomb frantic. Her and Jimmy
just went into the cave a half hour ago. Jimmy
wasn't with her when she came out. Susan told us
that Jimmy jumped. They were checking out some of the
other branch paths. They came across the pit, and she
said they both stared at it for some time before
he just leapt like he was diving into a swimming pool.
(15:48):
She said, we were ready to head in and see
what we could do to get him out, but she
made it clear that after a few moments of silence,
she heard him land. Then silence were turned. Rick's made
it clear no one's going back into the tomb, and
he called the institution funding our dig to get us
a ride out of the desert while we wait for
(16:10):
a ride to show up in the next few days.
I'm gonna try to translate more of this sarcophagus, mostly
to keep my mind off of what's happening, but adhesive
me also feels like this is this is important. There's
something we missed. Day thirteen. What do we let out?
(16:36):
I couldn't sleep last night, so at some point I
must have scribbled what I wrote earlier. I'd be lying
if I said I remember writing that, though I think
it's just it's what I'm secretly afraid of, that that
was a sealed coffin. I'm not really superstitious, but what
if we were cursed? I feel ridiculous writing that things
(16:58):
have been. I'm even getting worse. I keep getting strange
little urges. Light all of our matches, rip a hole
in our tent, draw a deep line in the sand
with my foot. As fast as they arrive, they leave,
But it's tough to act against them. I can see
everyone on edge. They must be dealing with the same thing.
Speaker 2 (17:22):
I need to deal with my translations today. This might
prove to be the distraction I need. He will be
your voice, but your actions will be his. Everyone will
(17:44):
be the key to the coming nothing. Who is he?
Speaker 1 (17:53):
What? What did we let out? Nothing? Nothing? Is? Is
nothing a thing or a state that will reach I'm
I'm going to keep this to myself. I don't want
the rest of the crew freaking out. This doesn't sit
right though. He will have my voice, but my actions
(18:17):
will be his. Is this what we're all experiencing? What's
going on? Who is in my head? Whatever I wrote
ends there. I can't remember much from our time by
only bits and pieces. I can remember the tomb itself.
(18:37):
I remember we opened it. My solid memory kicks up
right When we were being driven back. The driver kept
asking us if there were more people, but we were
sure that there were only the four of us. He
seemed to hesitate on that information. But if if I'm
being honest, the guy was a little weird anyway. He's
driving us back to the base of operations, swerving the
(18:59):
car back and forth just for the fun of it. Scene.
Everyone's been acting weird around us. It's subtle, but I've
seen a guy impulsively kick over a waistband. Another guy
just he bit his cheek hard enough to bleed a little.
Didn't take long for a few guys in suits to
(19:19):
step in ask us about what we remember down in
the tomb. They've had us in quarantine for some time now,
but I think whatever they're trying to quarantine, it's it's
far too late. I've heard them use the term intrusive
thoughts in passing, and I think that's the best way
to describe what I've been feeling, these these thoughts that
(19:41):
I have. I wish I knew what to say if
this ever gets out there. To whoever's reading this, please
you can't listen to that voice when it calls. I
don't know what that voice is, what it's inching us
towards with these little actions. But if a butterfly flapping
its wings can cause a typhoon on the other side
of the globe, I shuddered to think what the small
(20:03):
actions of the entire world might be leading to. I
don't know where I heard this advice from, but I
feel like it fits the situation. Just forget about those thoughts.
They'll let your mind dwell on them. Sometimes forgetting is
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To whoever's reading this. You probably don't know who I am,
but I'm sorry for what I've done to you. This
will probably never make it to the public, but my
guilt is eating away at me, and I feel like
I'm a lot of options. The least I could do
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is get this out there so that maybe hopefully someone
reads this and more unlikely takes this seriously. That way,
I'm not one of the few who know just how
bad we messed up and what we've done to the world.
I'm sure this will read like some nutjobs manifesto, but
(00:45):
please hear me out. I think I've helped link our
world to something else out there, and if humanity isn't careful,
we're going to open a door and invite something to
Earth that I'm pretty sure will end us in the
blink of an eye. I know that's a lot, so
(01:11):
let me backtrack. I was an archaeologist, and a damn
fine one, if I do say so myself. I specialized
into coding ancient writing that probably helped with translating most
of the more popular ancient texts out there, from Sumerian
to Greek to Egyptian. So when I get a call
from a small specialized team off in Egypt about wanting
(01:33):
some text translated on a door in a recently uncovered tomb.
I don't bat an eye, and I just book it
to the next flight. I keep a diary of my findings.
I keep it hidden so the guys that got me
quarantine haven't taken it. It's funny. I can read the words,
I understand what they mean individually, but I can't piece
(01:55):
together my own writing. It's like it's like my mind
immediately forgets whatever it is that I read. It's got
to be an effect of the tomb. In any case,
I've decided to painstakingly, word by word transcribe my diary here.
(02:16):
Hopefully you can make sense of it. Day one. You'd
think that after spending days in sand swept dunes or
remote ancient locations, you get tired of it. But but
here I am writing from a tent just outside of
a recently excavated tomb they found here in guild Kaber.
(02:39):
I'll admit I'm a little apprehensive. While the door to
the tomb is fascinating, I'll get to that in a minute.
I don't know how anyone would have found this thing
in the first place. There was no tomb marker, no statues,
absolutely nothing built into or around this plateau that would
indicate it tomb was hidden here. If these guys weren't
(03:03):
using some of the latest seismic tools to map out
the land, there's no telling how much longer this thing
would have stayed buried. I can understand too, their eagerness
to excavate and unearth is fined. It's rare to get
to see an untouched tomb nowadays, especially one so isolated
from any others in the map. Makes me wonder if
(03:23):
there's a whole cache of hidden tombs just waiting to
be uncovered to share their history. It's exciting. So back
to the door. It's massive, two twenty foot or so
slabs of deep black granite, And that's my guess anyway,
(03:45):
from what they've uncovered so far, they're still whittling away
at the rock surrounding it. But the glimpses I see
is still incredible. Nonetheless, it goes without saying, but I'm
most fascinated by the writing on the doors. Every single
inch of the stone uncovered so far has dense lines
of script, like the Resetta Stone. It's weathered all hell,
(04:07):
but I can identify some hieroglyphics as well as ancient Greek.
I can't make out full sentences yet, but from what
I got so far, I can see something about a
key or an origin of some sort, and something about riches.
The guys seemed to work a little fast draft I
plucked that word. In any case, we got a lot
(04:32):
of work ahead of us, but this seems promising. Day
five spend steady going, but we've been making progress on
getting this door uncovered. Rick Welson, the man leading this
whole expedition, is a fair enough guy, making sure no
one overworks themselves in his heat. Rix's picked a great
(04:53):
team here, between Jimmy, Susan, Frank, Jade and myself. I
can't think of a better team cracking the secret of
this tomb. I think we're all just excited to see
what's on the other side. The only bad news so
far is that years and years under soil hasn't treated
these labs well. I'm having difficulty translating the full message transcribed.
(05:15):
My best guess on what the writing on the door
says is the key to nothing is resting here. Wealth
there is none forgetting is a gift. The warnings are
written all the time on tombs, often warning about curses
or traps, but I haven't read one like this before.
(05:38):
At our continued rate, we should have this door ready
to go in a few days or so, weather permenting
Day eight. Today's the day we got enough of the
door uncovered to be able to open it. Seeing blacks
set of doors nestling into the rock really is quite imposing.
(05:58):
The warning over and over inlaid in the door doesn't
help either. Still, this this isn't my first rodeo. So
once we find a way to get these doors open,
our report back later on we have uncovered Rick. Wait, wait,
I already wrote this. I never updated on what we
found it. Come to think of it, I'm drawing a
(06:23):
blank on yesterday, I remember writing in my journal we
set up the equipment to force the doors open, and
nothing looking out of my tent. Right now the doors
remain closed. I need to investigate. So I just spoke
(06:44):
to Rick, and he's also a bit confused. When I
asked him how long we've been out here, he also
thought it was still day eight. I showed him my
phone's date. He seemed as puzzlive as I was. We
gathered everyone up, and sure enough, it's like an entire
day was taken away from all of us. None of
us remembered what happened when we forced the doors opened,
or why it's back to being closed. I'd like to
(07:07):
contribute it to the sweltering heat that I know that's
not true. Something's wrong. Rick paused all further attempts until
we figure out what's going on. I'm going to go
back through my notes to see if I missed anything
on the translations between the five of us. Someone's got
to remember something day ten. I don't know who Frank is.
(07:36):
I wrote about him on day five, but I have
no idea why I wrote that. I asked the whole camp.
They assume that it's always just been us five, not six.
Everyone's drawing a collective blank on what happened the day
we tried to open the tomb. Everything in our brains
tells us it's stupid to try again. But at the
(07:57):
same time, when we sit in silence checking our gear,
the collective desire to try again is palpable. This isn't
a group so easily willing to give up. Rick seems
to be in the same boat and saying that we'll
try again tomorrow. Something he was bothering me. Everyone assures
(08:19):
me that it's always been us five. Well, why then
did we set up an extra empty cot. Why do
we have a bunch of extra supplies and those supplies?
Why is there a photograph of a woman and her
child that no one else recognizes? I don't think anyone
wants to actually sit down and think about this day eleven.
(08:45):
I don't take two for the tomb today. I didn't
want to wait until the day was over to begin
writing how chronicle as we go today. So a little
before dawn and we set up our supplies ready to
get into the tomb. Rick had brought a very interesting
new piece of technology. Well I haven't seen before, a
crate of self navigational microdrones. According to Rick, these things
can safely fly into an unknown space and, through a
(09:07):
bit of three D mapping capabilities, fully map the inside
of a tomb in a matter of minutes. A part
of me feels like it takes a little bit of
the fun out of exploring a place that man hasn't
set foot in for years. But I also recognize this
how dangerous these places are. It looks like the team's
getting ready to crack the door open and set the
drones in. Once we have a good idea of what's
in there, we'll head in. The drones took an hour
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to map the area. Rick seemed concerned slightly explained to
me that he's never seen them take this long. When
we open up the laptop to look at the scanned area,
to say that, we say that we were stunned, is
that's an understatement. This place is huge. If we were
on an island off of Greece, I would have sworn
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this was the very maze that homed the men a
tar in the Midt. The sheer time it would have
taken to carve out the winding tunnels with multiple dead
ends back hundreds of years ago, it was comparable to
the Pyramids hundreds of miles away. We're expecting a long
trek in there, but at least we have a clear
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path to the central chamber. But luck I'll update later
today on our findings. The energy of the group is
a little strange there. I mean, there's excitement, for sure,
but I can't get my translation out of my head.
Forgetting is a gift. It doesn't make sense, None of
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it does tomb. It's empty. I mean, it's kind of empty.
So right after my last update, we went inside the
tomb and immediately entering the solid black granite was much
cooler than the outside egypt heat. We use the map
that the drones created and followed the winding path deeper inside.
The only noise audible was this sound of our own
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footsteps against the solid stone. It really did feel like
we were the first ones in there. The main room
also showed no signs of anyone else before us, or
maybe maybe they just didn't leave a trace. It was
a large room that seemed like it should be filled
with priceless artifacts, but there was nothing except for the coffin.
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This goes against most Egyptian burials. They believed that you
brought your possessions with you to the afterlife. Why were
there none in this room? I mean, at first we
thought that we had found the tomb of someone infamous,
someone who did something so horrible the Egyptians wanted to
forget about them, but opening the sarcophagus led to only
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more questions. It was empty. I still don't think anyone
got to it before us, as it took us a
lot of effort to pry open the lid to the
strange sarcophagus seated in the dead sie enter of the room.
It too was made of a similar material to the
doors and the walls. It was solid black granite. It
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wasn't carved into a person's visage like most sarcopha guy,
but instead covered in writing. I took plenty of photos,
which I planned to review for translations soon. But once
we got the lid open and peered inside, however, we
were greeted with nothing, an empty black coffin. We searched
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the inside looking for a lever, a switch, writing something,
he was empty. The smooth, solid black of granite almost
made it look like we were peering into an empty void.
My conclusion, I think this was a tomb that never
got filled. Something went wrong, and whoever was supposed to
be buried here wasn't. Clearly it was someone not liked,
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so they went ahead and probably dropped him in a
ditch called it a day. Well, part of me is
a little disappointed. This was still an interesting find, even
if it's due to the irregularity of the tomb. Some
of the others want to scope out some of the
other dead ends to see if anything was missed. Afoy
wrap it up here and report our findings. I mean,
(13:15):
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious to
take another peek in there myself. Day twelve. I couldn't
sleep last night. Just as I felt like I was
finally dozing off, it sounded like someone was mumbling or
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whispering in their sleep. I didn't recognize whose voice it was,
and even when my eyes adjusted to the darkness of
the tent, I couldn't see any one's lips moving. Despite this,
I've been making solid progress on my translation. A lot
of it seemed to repeat the warning on the door.
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Some of the new stuff talks about a voice translated
to your voice could also be my voice. It's tough
to discern the context. I'll keep working on it. I
think it may not have just been me who didn't
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get much sleep last night. Everyone's acting a little weird.
This morning. I saw Jade push Jimmy's He was bent
over looking at our supplies. Not naturally, Jimmy was pissed.
It's weird, though, is that Jade was immediately apologetic, claiming
she just had the urge to do it. It wasn't
just her though I watched Rick purposely bend the antenna
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to one of the handheld radios. We have only to
then try to fix it. Cursing under his breath, I'm
I'm not sure what's going on. It happened to me too.
I was eating lunch and I just poured out my water.
I don't know why. It was like I had the
thought to do it, and I really wanted to, so
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I did. I didn't do it involuntarily, at least I
don't think I did. I just chose to act on
that thought. With how fast it came and went, though
honestly felt like it wasn't even my own thought. I'm
not sure what's gotten in in me. Something's wrong with us.
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Susan came out of the tomb frantic. Her and Jimmy
just went into the cave a half hour ago. Jimmy
wasn't with her when she came out. Susan told us
that Jimmy jumped. They were checking out some of the
other branch paths. They came across the pit, and she
said they both stared at it for some time before
he just leapt like he was diving into a swimming pool.
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She said, we were ready to head in and see
what we could do to get him out, but she
made it clear that after a few moments of silence,
she heard him land. Then silence were turned. Rick's made
it clear no one's going back into the tomb, and
he called the institution funding our dig to get us
a ride out of the desert while we wait for
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a ride to show up in the next few days.
I'm gonna try to translate more of this sarcophagus, mostly
to keep my mind off of what's happening, but adhesive
me also feels like this is this is important. There's
something we missed. Day thirteen. What do we let out?
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I couldn't sleep last night, so at some point I
must have scribbled what I wrote earlier. I'd be lying
if I said I remember writing that, though I think
it's just it's what I'm secretly afraid of, that that
was a sealed coffin. I'm not really superstitious, but what
if we were cursed? I feel ridiculous writing that things
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have been. I'm even getting worse. I keep getting strange
little urges. Light all of our matches, rip a hole
in our tent, draw a deep line in the sand
with my foot. As fast as they arrive, they leave,
But it's tough to act against them. I can see
everyone on edge. They must be dealing with the same thing.
Speaker 2 (17:22):
I need to deal with my translations today. This might
prove to be the distraction I need. He will be
your voice, but your actions will be his. Everyone will
(17:44):
be the key to the coming nothing. Who is he?
Speaker 1 (17:53):
What? What did we let out? Nothing? Nothing? Is? Is
nothing a thing or a state that will reach I'm
I'm going to keep this to myself. I don't want
the rest of the crew freaking out. This doesn't sit
right though. He will have my voice, but my actions
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will be his. Is this what we're all experiencing? What's
going on? Who is in my head? Whatever I wrote
ends there. I can't remember much from our time by
only bits and pieces. I can remember the tomb itself.
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I remember we opened it. My solid memory kicks up
right When we were being driven back. The driver kept
asking us if there were more people, but we were
sure that there were only the four of us. He
seemed to hesitate on that information. But if if I'm
being honest, the guy was a little weird anyway. He's
driving us back to the base of operations, swerving the
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car back and forth just for the fun of it. Scene.
Everyone's been acting weird around us. It's subtle, but I've
seen a guy impulsively kick over a waistband. Another guy
just he bit his cheek hard enough to bleed a little.
Didn't take long for a few guys in suits to
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step in ask us about what we remember down in
the tomb. They've had us in quarantine for some time now,
but I think whatever they're trying to quarantine, it's it's
far too late. I've heard them use the term intrusive
thoughts in passing, and I think that's the best way
to describe what I've been feeling, these these thoughts that
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I have. I wish I knew what to say if
this ever gets out there. To whoever's reading this, please
you can't listen to that voice when it calls. I
don't know what that voice is, what it's inching us
towards with these little actions. But if a butterfly flapping
its wings can cause a typhoon on the other side
of the globe, I shuddered to think what the small
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actions of the entire world might be leading to. I
don't know where I heard this advice from, but I
feel like it fits the situation. Just forget about those thoughts.
They'll let your mind dwell on them. Sometimes forgetting is
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