Only a few weeks prior, Murat’s life had been markedly different. He couldn’t believe it. What had he just witnessed? These things normally didn’t happen to him. He was just a humble man, living in the center of a peaceful Turkish village, nothing extraordinary. But now, his life had been completely upended. He couldn’t believe what he had discovered. This was beyond his wildest imagination. Even the mere thought of it sent chills down his spine. 

His days, once filled with the gentle clucking of his beloved chickens, the only companions in his otherwise secluded existence, were straightforward. Life was characterized by the simple rhythm of the sun’s rise and fall, and the melodic crowing of his feathered friends, greeting each new day.

Each morning, while feeding his chickens, he would sit quietly and appreciate the tranquility of his routine. He delighted in sitting there, listening to the birds’ morning song. His chickens would chirp contentedly while consuming the grains he had scattered for them. Afterwards, he would sit on the bench of his quaint stone house, a structure saturated with generations of memories. These moments were often the most exhilarating parts of his day. However, he never anticipated that this house, a legacy from his ancestors, would harbor so many hidden secrets. He had always found a unique charm in the time-worn stones, but little did he know, it was these very stones that held secrets entombed beneath them.