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Entry One. Or whatever you call this.

Okay, fine. My name is Martin. Dr. Martin Kolz. I'm forty-two. And I've just returned from a business trip that, honestly, turned my life upside down. I'm sitting in my apartment, drinking tea, and my hands are still shaking. I'll try to write everything down in order. They say it helps.

To be honest, I've never kept a diary. But now seems like the right time to start. My wife left three months ago. Said I work too much. Said I don't hear her. Said I live in rocks, not with her. Maybe she's right. Maybe I went on this expedition to run away. I don't know. Probably I do. But I don't want to think about it.

Anyway. Here we go.

Week One. The Discovery.

We were digging in Turkey. Deep. Very deep. So deep that Professor Hartmann — our leader, an old fart with a permanent cigar in his teeth — had already asked three times if we'd lost our minds. And me? I'm just a geologist. They told me to dig — I dig. The pay was good. And after the divorce, I needed the money.

And then, at a depth where no instrument reaches, we hit a wall. Not rock. A wall. Smooth, flat, clearly man-made. Hartmann dropped his cigar. I, honestly, almost dropped my sandwich. Because no known civilization had ever reached such a depth. Not the Sumerians, not the Egyptians, not anyone else. It was... something.

We went inside. And I still regret not staying outside.