𝑀𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑒𝑙 𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 • 𝐕𝐨𝐥.𝟑

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

~ Remembering ~
~*Part One*~

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Yn carefully adjusted her glasses as she peered into the dimly lit tomb. The ancient hieroglyphs covering the walls held stories of a bygone era, and as an Egyptologist, she was enthralled by their mysteries. The excavation had taken months, and today, they had finally unearthed a pristine sarcophagus. Dusting off more dirt, she examined the intricate hieroglyphs.

"Hey David, come over here!" Yn called to her intern. David, holding a light for her colleagues and a few enthusiastic looters, quickly set it down and jogged to her side. "Yes, Dr. Ln?"

Yn shook her head with a smile. "Remember, you can call me Yn. Look at these hieroglyphics."

David bent down, cautiously feeling the carvings. Yn took out her notebook and began documenting their findings. The air was thick with the scent of age and dust, the quiet hum of equipment a constant backdrop.

Yn's colleague, Dr. John Harris approached, curious about David's examination of the sarcophagus. "Hey Yn, writing more notes?"

"Yeah," she replied, glancing around the excavation. "Isn't this magnificent?"

John nodded. "Still trying to find this book." He looked down at David. "What is David doing?"

"David is trying to read the hieroglyphics," Yn explained.

David sighed, "There's one I don't recognize. It looks like a stork." He stood up, facing John and Yn. "But it says, 'My Love Never Dies.'"

Yn crossed her arms, pondering. "What does that mean?"

Before David could respond, one of the looters shouted, "Eureka!" The group rushed over to see a looter holding up a black, rugged book, dirty and slightly banged up but still intact.

John gasped, "Yes!"

The looter grinned, "So, where's my 50 percent?"

"You'll get it after. Now, give me that," John demanded.

They had unearthed an ancient book, its cover adorned with intricate carvings and symbols. "This is the Book of the Devoid of Life," John continued. "It's said to help with rituals and spiritual practices."

Both Yn and David shook their heads, speaking in unison, "Don't open that!"

John chuckled, "I wasn't planning to."

Yn's expression turned serious. "John, why do you want that book?"

John shrugged. "Museums, Yn. This artifact is worth more in a museum than in this soil."

"We should keep it in a safe then. That book seems dangerous," Yn insisted, unease evident in her voice.

John rolled his eyes, then addressed the looter and other colleagues. "Let's start taking everything back to the lab for further examination."