Recognizing his need for assistance, Murat reached out to an old friend. She was a historian, fascinated by ancient scripts. He invited her to the hidden city, albeit with some apprehension. He made her promise not to reveal their discovery to anyone before she set foot inside. He couldn’t quite articulate why, but he had an intense desire to keep this city to himself. It felt as if it were truly his own underground city, his secret, despite its vast size.

As Murat traversed the now familiar tunnels, the comforting glow from his torch cast friendly shadows on the ancient stone. His previous fear was replaced with a sense of familiarity, a sense of belonging he hadn’t experienced before. He felt as though he was the custodian of this secret city.

As they ventured deeper, Murat anxiously observed his friend Sofia, hoping she could shed some light on the multitude of questions he harbored. Sofia was visibly awed by the magnitude of his discovery, admiring the relics and scrutinizing the inscriptions with fascinated eyes. After about an hour of exploration, Sofia abruptly stopped in her tracks. Murat was left wondering, what had she come across?