to the few who have been.

And the many who wish to go.


The rolling hills of golden sand hold up the jagged stone rocks. Each rough rock providing support to the one above it, pushing the peak of the pyramid to the heavens. The stone monuments rest across the horizon like an ancient city skyline. The whisper of sand dancing across the Sahara fills the eire silence that surrounds this place. The noise only increases the closer one gets to the hustle of site. The site, where we will dive into the unknown, into the dark water swirling over the lost tomb of an old king. Swimming into the murky waters of history, now becoming part of history.