updated 26 november
1999
RESEARCH
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On the third day we finally reached the top of the mountain where we finally beheld the scope of the damage that surrounded us. A relentless nine year drought had emptied the landscape of all of its aquatic resources, turning what was of a fertile valley replete with crops and livestock into a haunting museum of abandoned infrastructure, the few remaining natural artifacts stood in weary isolation, long ago surrendering to fierce ravages of the sun. Trees stood as tombstones, marking the spots where once there was life. Activities of birds have now been replaced by the mournful whistle of scorched wind prying the last motility from desperately outstretched limbs. Curiously, for nine years the earth hardened and became brittle, but no fires were able to cleanse the landscape of its dead. When the fires at last arrived three months ago, they encompassed the land with such ferocity that the glow from the blaze was seen as far as 900 kilometers distant. In a stroke of cruel irony, the rains arrived here last week, soaking the ash covered soil and creating a world made of what at first appeared to be graphite. The riverbed far below us, once flowing with life and vitality, now appears to us as only the trail of some mechanical snake. The entire landscape has become that of a machine. Many small valleys and fissures have become filled with ash as to create the effect that the world were cast out of some mathematical determined mold. The mountain top where we now stood itself was an image of geometric perfection, the swirling winds about its base creatmg a near perfect cone. Despite its desolation, a strange other-worldly feel encompassed the surrounding mountains valleys and plains. The dull gray that pervaded every visible surface came alive with the first ray of the morning sun, suggesting a faint glimmer of hope that this was perhaps not a landscape of death, but of metamorphosis. AP
It's been only X hours sense the utterly unexplainable has occurred. There is little to be recollected from either my crew or myself. I have been told that our traveling vessel has sustained unrepairable damages to both the body, and the propelling devices. The difficulty of facing a conclusion to our ten year exploration of the legendary lost city of Atlantis beneath the Bermuda Triangle, is rapidly become a painful reality.
This morning at dawn one half of the crew began inspecting the damages to the craft while the other half of the crew along with myself gathered what was left of our equipment to begin inspecting the unfamiliar environment. We calculated a distance of approximately X staggering miles from our original position to the basin of what I will describe as mans primordial paradise. As we approached this single massive hill, unlike any others around it, we noticed an intoxicatingly delicious aroma of wild flowers and forestry that grew on an inclined pasture. A steady stream of pure water flowed unobstructed like glass in a winding pattern until it disappeared from sight, and from what I perceived as a mere hole in the ground. Many of the trees and bushes where lusciously adorned with greenery and fruits that resemble jewels finer then those ever found and tooled by man before. And when beams of light penetrated the canoptic formation of leaves and branches an amazing light show of colors danced with such poetry across the organic floor beneath. t lt was at this time that I had stopping for a moment to gather myself and wiped the tears from my eyes, not even knowing that I was crying. We traveled a short while longer. Upon standing atop a large bolder letting the warm summer wind creep across my face and arms, others followed my lead when it was apparent through my expression how much pleasure could be found in this act. To our surprise, we had quite an impressive vantage point for this level, and having felt as though only traveled a short distance. For I estimate that we were only half why to the crest of this loathing mass of beauty and were already higher then any point around. However beautiful too, the rest of the lands all of, which were surrounded by a unifying body of water, did not possess the majesticness within this world.
Oddly, thus far, we hadn't observed any traces of life other then that of plants.... FS.
There is heat on the surface of this earth that is being twisted. Something unknown energy dominates in this area. It is hard to step forward. There are a couple of holes in several parts of this crust. They pop up from this spreading power. Where does it come from? This whole area is covered a very heavy and sticky substance that is blocking to breath in and out. This reminds me of the person who is being painted by oil. We might not breath and live without our skin. The air is interacting with the crust of our body. There are some people who want to suck their fat through surgery. The surgeon uses very powerful needle to pull away the fat. Some parts of their body, inside of the body, become deflated and shrank. Bones with fats extracted support skin that shrank. The frame of the body appears. The sound of air pressure toward inside and outside is around this area. This sound makes me frightened. Some parts of this surface are stretched by heat. They seem to be tearing down making deep black holes where we could lost our identity because there is no directions. Some living things became fossils from heat and some sticky substances. They might live in the enclosed space for a while, making a hole to breath in and out. Even Strong storms don't seem to peel off the crust and save the living things inside, like a tree against strong wind. JS