The next day Murat’s mind was persistently drawn back to the labyrinth. An obsession seized him, much like the mysterious pull that had lured his chickens. He felt entranced, hypnotized even, by the allure of the enigmatic tunnels beneath his home.

His once solitary life was now intertwined with an extraordinary enigma. He began to second-guess his past actions and decisions, the knowledge of the hidden city beneath his feet making him question everything. Did his ancestors know about this hidden civilization? How long had this ancient secret lain dormant beneath his home? His thoughts swirled in a ceaseless vortex, plunging him into an introspective quandary.

Murat’s mind was filled with thoughts of his discovery. It had completely changed his life. He couldn’t focus on his home repairs anymore. His mind was consumed with the secret tunnels and the hidden ancient city. He felt a strong need to go back to these tunnels. He believed it was the only way to calm his mind and find peace.