Since I haven’t yet shed any light on my studies, I am actually, by trade, a geologist. I am not under the employ of anybody but myself, but I spent a great deal of time in school learning about the fascinating elements that make up the planet that we all live on. I came to realize early on that any discoveries I made in this mysterious copse would simply be put to ill use if I shared them, so I chose to keep them to myself. What or whoever erected this bizarre structure, buried deep in years of rock formation, worked hard to bury this secret and far be it from me to uncover it and then ruin it by sharing it with the world.
By a dim light inside my tent, I studied some slides I had made of the rocky exterior that I first uncovered many months ago. After a quick initial analysis, I did not uncover anything particularly interesting, so I set them aside in a small, wooden box. The box was one that had once contained a tobacco of some sort and was given to me by my grandfather. Although the smell of tobacco had long since faded, it still smelled faintly of cedar. I deeply enjoyed an inhale and the odiferous sensations it created.
After another thorough inspection, it did not appear that there was anything particularly interesting about these old samples. I quickly worked to shave some particles off the new samples and enclose them in slides that I would be able to view under the microscope. With a razor blade, I began to scrape the surface of several different samples that had been collected. I quickly enclosed these in about half a dozen different slides. I attempted to collect particles from as many different pieces as I could find. Although the weight of the rock had changed significantly, it still felt and looked like any other piece of rock.
To be continued…