“How did your people discover it?” Eisai asked.

“My ancestries possessed one common ability,” Nebuaui said and pointed at his head. “Intelligence.” he waved his hands, pointing at everything. “This is how they build our nation.”

Eisai took a couple of steps back and peered at the inscriptions. He understood; the walls were telling what Nebuaui said. It showed humans divided into three groups, each group represented their own identities, and the people who possessed abilities were in colorful skin tones and different body parts.

Short columns of hieroglyphics written inside the cartouche surrounded the sorcerers; each one had different sentences. The mundane encompassed normal day-to-day activities. “It is unbelievable,” Eisai said, amazed by how each inscription displayed its history in perfect delicate details.

“My ancestries put all their knowledge into two books.” they walked, eyeing the inscriptions where it was displaying what Nebuaui said. “In our world, everything has two faces; one good and one evil; it depends on each man’s heart. They wrote two books to guide humans and to help them construct the world.”

Eisai stopped at a certain inscription. He looked aghast. “This one is describing one book,” Nebuaui said, pointing at the inscription Eisai was staring at. “The book of the dead; forbidden to be used or seen.”

“Why?” Eisai asked, despite seeing an obvious answer in front of him.

“The book contains what could easily destroy humanity. It surfaces darkly twisted sins and desires deeply hidden inside each human soul,” Nebuaui said. Underneath the book of the dead inscription was a completely different one, with brighter colors and obvious vibes of safety and warmth.

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“This is the other one; Heka.” Nebuaui took a deep breath and continued, “it guided us to use our powers to establish the impossible and to help others do the same; that’s why you are here.”

“But I never heard of your people before. How did you even know about me?” Eisai asked, frowning.

“This land is way far from yours, and the time we are in now is the past to your time.” Eisai looked bewildered. “Our abilities are beyond any human imagination, mighty powerful abilities that could wipe human existence if it falls into the wrong hands.”

“You said everything written in two books. It may fall into the wrong hands, don’t you think?”

Nebuaui smirked and said, “Do not take every word you heard to the literal… everything has a hidden meaning. To calm your obvious curiosity, it’s secured in an astral realm.” Nebuaui looked at his concentrated face. “The place you were in moments ago.”

Eisai immediately remembered the white void and the overwhelming feeling of emptiness and loneliness. He also remembered the beautiful woman with clear, breathtaking eyes. He was about to say what he was thinking about but stopped by what Nebuaui said. “Did she tell you anything else?”

Eisai gaped and said, “How did you know?”

“I have a precognition ability; I saw you in the astral realm talking to a woman; a very important one,” Nebuaui answered calmly.

“Who is she?” Eisai whispered.

“It is better not to know,” Nebuaui said with a half smirk on his face, leaving Eisai more confused.

Nebuaui walked to the left, followed by Eisai. He touched the wall and made some movements with his right hand above it. The moment he stopped, it turned into a glowing blue light that was a medium-sized circle with a line tangent to it. The shape kept glowing, and then a minor earthquake happened.

Within seconds the wall faded, and a white light came out of it strongly, forcing Eisai to cover his eyes. Nebuaui went inside and told Eisai to follow him. “It’s the same place,” Eisai said in a hoarse whisper.

They were standing in the white void. Eisai looked at Nebuaui, waiting for him to respond, but he didn’t. Instead, he squatted down and touched the ground.

The whole place transformed into another one, a massive room filled with lighted candles hanging on the walls, giving the room a sense of intimacy. The whole place had inscriptions that looked completely different from the ones on the walls of the temple. It had loads of hieroglyphs all over the walls, ceiling, and the ground written in a rhythm.