Testimonials

'Archaeologist's Descendant'
My father is an archaeologist; when he was young, his team at the university once went on a long trip abroad in partnership with another university whose department needed more experts to uncover a ruin. As they excavated this city of stone, they found a tunnel that ended with a crude facade that felt somewhat out of line with the style of the rest of the city. One day one of the workers assisting the team tripped and broke a corner of the facade, and they realized there was another passageway beyond it. After weighty discussions and further explorations, they finally made a passageway adequate for people to pass through despite the potential significance of the facade because no other possible entranceway was found. My father was the leader of the group which examined the passage beyond the facade, and the team found a shoddy looking chest on a shitty looking altar. My father opened that chest and found a relic, which was not taken by him but which he took photos of which were passed down to my generation of the family after he passed seven years after the expedition... I don't say this lightly, because this has haunted me for ages; since I saw it, my sleep has been disturbed and whether I'm awake or asleep I cannot find a single moment of rest. When I met you... I didn't want to believe it. But the relic looked exactly like you. You shitty clay baby.