Path of an Archaeologist

In the depths of ancient lore, where shadows whisper,

I tread the path of an archaeologist, an eager seeker.

With trembling hands, I uncover an artifact's veiled grace,

Unaware of the cosmic dance, of horrors that lie in wait.

The ancient symbols etched upon its ancient face,

Speak of secrets and realms where sanity is misplaced.

Unveiling its essence, I find myself entwined,

As the fabric of my reality begins to unwind.

In this journal, my sanctuary, I pour my desperate plea,

As tendrils of otherworldly knowledge encompass me.

I feel the tremors of a truth I was not meant to know,

As the boundaries of existence wither and erode.

I stand before the threshold, between worlds unknown,

The artifact's allure beckons, its cosmic seeds sown.

Reality, once steadfast, crumbles in disarray,

As I succumb to the whispers, leading me astray.

In its presence, I glimpse dimensions beyond sight,

A symphony of chaos, eclipsing the darkest night.

Visions dance upon my senses, both wondrous and grotesque,

As my fragile grasp on reason slowly starts to regress.

The realms converge, a tapestry of infinite dread,

And I, the ardent archaeologist, stumble in their thread.

Threads of existence fray, as I lose myself in this mire,

Bound to an enigmatic whirlwind, a spiral of desire.

My beings unravels, as truths unfold like riddles,

Lost amidst the cosmic storm, where madness kindles.

Fractured fragments of consciousness drift and decay,

As I'm consumed by the horrors that hold eternal sway.

This testament is a warning, etched in ink and despair,

A cautionary tale of curiosity beyond repair.

Beware the forbidden knowledge that tempts the daring,

For it may rend reality apart, the soul tattered and wearing.

Thus, I pen my final words, the ink stained with unease,

A testament of my descent into chaotic seas.

May these pages bear witness to the perils that befall,

When one delves too deep, when sanity crumbles and falls.

In the cosmic horror's embrace, I find my tragic fate,

Lost in realms uncharted, where darkness dominates.

Heed this journal's plea, a whispered tale of caution,

Lest you too succumb, in madness and distortion.