We wonder the desert sands. Tempered by harsh winds and the furious heat, it blasts at us, a dire roar for us to turn back. We walk day and night through the endless sea of yellow, our feet sinking and dredging through the sorrow-less sand.
Nonetheless, we withstand the harrowing earth and force each other onwards.
We had brought provisions, although not enough for the entire journey, and nothing else of great value. All the treasures of this world meant naught to us, unless we reached our destination.
We push through the desert storm and through the eternal sands. We wished every minute, that our goal would appear over the horizon, and we hoped that no mirage would plague our waning vision.
In the past week, we lost a few companions to the beckoning of these waylay phenomenon.
Chasing them is to chase a bitter wind, taunting our poor brothers with every stumble they made. It was almost another week of endless walking, of parched throats and squinting. We lost another to the shifting sands.
Chasing them is to chase a bitter wind, taunting our poor brothers with every stumble they made. It was almost another week of endless walking, of parched throats and squinting. We lost another to the shifting sands.
In the end, at the final leg of our expedition, we began to feel a sea-borne breeze.
It lifted the burden of the desert heat, drained by the glorious sight of our journey’s end. It replenished our strength and gave us renewed hope.
We stop at the base of the summit and watched, mesmerized, by the sight before us.
Surrounded by dunes the size of stadiums, we walk further in into the Valley of the Kings, wherein lies the resting place of Tutankhamen, ancient Pharaoh of Egypt past.
We charge in, setting up camp and unloading equipment with a renewed fervour.
Today begins the excavation of this royal tomb.
Glory unto us. The unearthing begins.
Little did we know, what curses lay in the damp and labyrinthine deep.
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