Gripped by anticipation, Murat ventured further into the labyrinthine network. His fascination knew no bounds as he explored the subterranean tunnels. The more he walked, the more expansive the maze became, unveiling rooms that told their own silent tales. His imagination painted vivid pictures of their possible uses: one room, perhaps, was a cooking area, another bore signs of being a sleeping quarter, while yet another appeared to have housed animals.

The discovery was nothing short of astounding – an entire underground city sprawling beneath his own home. The enormity of what he had stumbled upon was breathtaking. It wasn’t a mere excavation, but the unveiling of a world forgotten by time.

Walking through the hushed corridors of the ancient cityscape, Murat was deeply moved by the weight of history that it bore. Suddenly he froze. Did he just hear something? He swore he had heard it again. Some sort of faint echo, sending a shiver down his spine. It was probably the echo of lifes that had once animated these spaces, he thought to himself. Looking around, he was alone in the flesh, yet the city buzzed with life in its stillness. Despite its silent emptiness, there was an undeniable presence, as if the city lived on, cradling the memories of its past inhabitants.