With one final clink of her pickaxe the hidden tomb of a long-gone pharaoh was opened.
“You’ve been waiting for this your entire life,” she whispered to herself before stepping into the chamber. “All of the unknown secrets of the past are in there waiting for you.”
Motioning for her crew to stay behind she took the first step and gasped.
Covering the walls, the pottery, and even the ancient sarcophagus were swirls of all shapes and sizes. Swirls. No incantations, no artwork of any other kind except the lovely swirls.
Slowly she sank to her knees in disappointment. “…but…what could they mean?”