The building that emerged from the sand dune on Old Piphill beach shouldn't have been opened. We see that now but at the time it was this cloudy glass, pyrimid-shaped monstrosity of a thing that could contain some unheard of Pharaoh who'd made it to Wales and decided to be buried there for reasons we would only know from breaking the glass and carefully climbing inside.
In hindsight it was a trap to begin with but it was so well constructed and such a big discovery and anyone who had even the vaguest ambitions wanted to delve right on into it. The smell of rotting meat should have clued us that something was wrong right from the start but that potential treasure lured us out of suspicion and further down to the depths of the assumed tomb.
Several archaeologists quit before they'd even gotten half way, the stench of blood and mould was too much for them to bear. The few that made it to ground level described a scene of utter carnage - fresh carnage that dripped from glass walls and onto a glass floor.
They described how there were paths dug into the sand all around them, flooded but well lit with dark shapes flitting about that were too oddly shaped to be fish. There was some kind of chasm towards the centre with the glass pyramid balancing over the top of it, edges barely overlapping, and down in its very depths were thousands of multicoloured lights.
Some lights were stationary, almost forming buildings in the rocks, while others rushed about in oddly straight lines to and from specific points. The thought that there was a thriving city beneath them was too much for the team, never mind what manner of being clearly still occupied both that and the pyrimad they still stood in, and so they radio'd their counterpart team on the surface for immediate extraction.
The ropes that came up felt heavy enough that nobody suspected a thing, communications between the two teams were regular and informative. With constant bits and pieces of information about the symbols carved into the glass, the appearance of lights below them where they had been standing and strange barking noises in the distance the surface team assumed that all was well until the ropes began to turn red.
It wasn't minerals or the rope's natural colour, it was fresh and dripping as if someone had poured paint all down it. By the time the end was in sight they knew it was too late to do anything but seal up the pyramid, the investigation and the beach.
While the remains at the rope'send were declared human, they didn't match the DNA of anyone from the team , according to the reports. Then again the reports were declared unreliable after the surface team all wrote that they remained in communication with the exploration team for days after the remains were extracted and examined.
The final message, confirmed across all reports, was simply "Team E is fine, all members accounted for."
In hindsight it was a trap to begin with but it was so well constructed and such a big discovery and anyone who had even the vaguest ambitions wanted to delve right on into it. The smell of rotting meat should have clued us that something was wrong right from the start but that potential treasure lured us out of suspicion and further down to the depths of the assumed tomb.
Several archaeologists quit before they'd even gotten half way, the stench of blood and mould was too much for them to bear. The few that made it to ground level described a scene of utter carnage - fresh carnage that dripped from glass walls and onto a glass floor.
They described how there were paths dug into the sand all around them, flooded but well lit with dark shapes flitting about that were too oddly shaped to be fish. There was some kind of chasm towards the centre with the glass pyramid balancing over the top of it, edges barely overlapping, and down in its very depths were thousands of multicoloured lights.
Some lights were stationary, almost forming buildings in the rocks, while others rushed about in oddly straight lines to and from specific points. The thought that there was a thriving city beneath them was too much for the team, never mind what manner of being clearly still occupied both that and the pyrimad they still stood in, and so they radio'd their counterpart team on the surface for immediate extraction.
The ropes that came up felt heavy enough that nobody suspected a thing, communications between the two teams were regular and informative. With constant bits and pieces of information about the symbols carved into the glass, the appearance of lights below them where they had been standing and strange barking noises in the distance the surface team assumed that all was well until the ropes began to turn red.
It wasn't minerals or the rope's natural colour, it was fresh and dripping as if someone had poured paint all down it. By the time the end was in sight they knew it was too late to do anything but seal up the pyramid, the investigation and the beach.
While the remains at the rope'send were declared human, they didn't match the DNA of anyone from the team , according to the reports. Then again the reports were declared unreliable after the surface team all wrote that they remained in communication with the exploration team for days after the remains were extracted and examined.
The final message, confirmed across all reports, was simply "Team E is fine, all members accounted for."
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