ORPHIC
Alexandria, Egypt
18/02/2021
Layla’s torch illuminated the dark spiraling tunnels ahead of her, the light glistening against the layers of dust that, until this point, had been undisturbed for millennia. She examined the small black notebook in her hands with a puzzled look in a last hopeful attempt to get her bearings straight. Michaela, who had hastily copied the tunnel’s blueprint from the formal archives on the notebook's pages, seemed to have missed the turn Layla currently found herself at.
