Excavation Log

This excavation log reads: tomb breached — undisturbed, unguarded; everything catalogued, packing begun; an attempt to trace the painting of the winged, bleeding warrior failed when the pigment peeled away from the stone.

Then: too ill to work — feverish, dreaming, under orange skies. And the final entry is only: Andag. Andag. Andag. Andag. Andag.