Lost Diary

Valley Of Kings, October 02 1963

When you built pyramids you are quickly tempted to think that your soul will live on forever.

As we made our way through the winding mausoleum of Ramses II, something in the form of electromagnetic waves infiltrated my head. The light of our torches became blue and started flickering wildly. Professor Graham suddenly fell to the floor without being pushed. As I looked at him, the Professor I knew was gone.

The same blue from the torches now light up his eyes. It was as if an ancient being took over him. I tried to get him back on his feet but he hissed and kept laying there. In my feverish dream that has become a reality, I had to do something. But it was too late.

Professor Graham took the torch from the ground and put it to his heart. The english coat in which all his prestige was sewn, started to catch fire. He was talking to me in a dead language that I began to understand. About the war, about the Nile and about the ancient game known as Pyramid. As his skin burned his voice also became more incomprehensible.

I will never forget his last words.

“Everything you see will be buried in the sands of time. Forgotten like kingdoms without the written word. The only path to immortality lies in the Pyramid.”