Even as I write this, I find myself gazing at the surrounding cuneiform which seems to suggest that there may be a Master Chamber below us that may also be a burial compartment equal to that of an exalted pharaoh, and presumably the most heralded point in {Edin} Eden. But at this stage of examination, the writings appear somewhat alien to me, and I can only assume the inhabitant to be ancient royalty. That is, of course — should my skills of interpretation be somewhat correct — if anybody is at rest within the chamber at all.
But as I sit here with my entire team asleep on the chamber floor within the shadow of the bull, I cannot help myself when I say that I’m as giddy as a child and find sleep difficult to come by. So before I close for the evening, I will grab a lamp and follow the cuneiform that suggests the way to the Central Chamber, and spy upon the secret of who lies beneath.
Dr. John Moore
The Archaeological Institute of Ancient Antiquities
New York, New York
I have come upon the most amazing discovery. There is another chamber, this time with the life-size clouded-crystal sculpture of a boar, a perfect anatomical monument indicating the creatures were idolized to some degree. Perhaps as the cuneiform suggests, they were components of the God of Nature, as well as a third chamber of an indescribable creature.
However, these are not the discoveries I’m talking about.
I have come upon a fourth chamber towards the center of the temple. Whereas three of the walls are black silica, the chamber’s focal point is the fourth wall, which is entirely constructed of clear crystal quartz serving as a diagram of the temple’s entirety, which indicates what I now believe to be the temple cap of an incredible pyramid similar to the steppe pyramids of Mesoamerica.
If the aerial photos have picked up the geographical anomaly which I thought to be the foundation rather than the cap as this drawing indicates, then what may be below us is a massive structure far greater than the base of Khufu.
The crystal schematic shows this structure to be comparable to the steppe pyramids similar to the ziggurats of Mesopotamia, rather than the pyramids of Ancient Egypt. The largest known pyramid thus far by volume in Mesoamerican is the Great Pyramid of Cholula, which is in the Mexican state of Puebla, and half a world away. But if this schematic is true, then there is no rival. Not only is Eden a structural phenomenon, but a true wonder of the world.
I have spent a good portion of time going over every cuneiform — over every engraving — thoroughly amazed that the scriptures along the crystal wall are shared by cultures worldwide to some degree. It’s as if {Edin} Eden is somewhat the originator — the true Tower of Babel — where languages originated then evolved elsewhere as a purer form.
Further depictions shows the landscape surrounding the pyramid as rich with fauna and supported by a winding river, which I assume to be the Gihon, with indigenous creatures clearly specified on the Göbekli pillars in the forms of bas-relief carvings.
Time, however, and drought has stolen the river, stripping away the fauna and forcing the creatures to migrate to richer fields. The sands have built to gradients over several millennia, covering the pyramid in the same way that the earth has claimed Göbekli Tepe and the pyramids of Mesoamerica.
It’s all here, however, with the Burial Chamber two levels below.
However, in order to get there, I must find the Master Chamber, which is the principal point on this level as indicated by the cuneiforms, which serves as the portal to the levels below.
Time, however, is running short as I must return to my team.
Dr. John Moore
The Archaeological Institute of Ancient Antiquities
New York, New York
Come morning the entire team is ecstatic about my findings, so we have moved on to the “Room of the Crystal Wall” inside the Central Chamber where they noted, catalogued, and photographed every detail from every angle.
From that point, we ventured to the temple’s master room using the markings upon the wall as a blueprint to lead us to the portal. We were not disappointed with what we found.
The room was square and the walls made of minerals we could not determine. At the center of what we thought to be the symbol of a large medallion on the floor, were seven rings and a center circle made of crystal. Beginning with the center circle, the outward rings alternated from clouded quartz to clear, with each ring bearing a series of archaic numerals and the final ring the only ring to bear several combinations of grouped numbers. It is also the only ring that moves in a clockwork direction, and works in the same manner as the dial of a combination safe. I believe the numbers on the first seven rings set the pattern of a riddle, whereas one must find the answer to the eighth ring by picking the correct sequence of the twelve numerical combinations provided on the final ring. By matching the correct pattern with the seven rings, it is my assumption that the right combination unlocks the secret to the lower levels. Should the wrong series be set, however, then I fear a terrible consequence for failing to solve the riddle correctly will follow. On each ring, starting with the center circle and working outward, I’ve deciphered the archaic numbers to be as follows:
1
11
21
1211
111221
312211
13112221
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Already I am looking for the correct numerical pattern for the last ring — for that final combination that will grant us access to the Burial Chamber below.
Dr. John Moore
The Archaeological Institute of Ancient Antiquities
New York, New York
After setting the last page copied from her father’s journal aside, Alyssa was amazed by his findings. Eden did exist. She fell back onto her cot and stared ceilingward with her arm across her forehead.
Her mother had died when she was six years old, so whatever memories she had of her were quite vague. Her father had become both parents, tutoring her through life with more of a scientific approach rather than a paternal one. Not to say that his method lacked any sensitivity, it didn’t. He was a loving father who taught her the ways of life with a small broom to gently whisk away granules of dirt from a buried relic, the task a tedious one that took time. But it was a lesson that taught patience and prudence, and at the end a reward. He taught her to read not only English, but schooled her to read ancient scripts and scrolls, imbuing in her an interest in antiquities so that she would follow in his path, and someday join his side so that father and daughter could always be as one.
Together they became globetrotters, discovering locations believed to be nothing but folklore such as Troy or Eden. Not only did they share an umbilical tie to one another as father and daughter, but their relationship had become so symbiotic that they knew what the other was thinking the moment their eyes connected. Not a single word had to be spoken. They simply knew.
But now she was alone and disconnected, feeling lost. Her best friend was gone. And her heart ached greatly. But she would press on using her father’s pages as the blueprint to find Eden.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
John Savage never smiled.
Those who met him said he was a man of cold fortitude who functioned by instinct alone.