Epilogue

In the desert Sahara it's as usual a very hot day, nothing moves in the air. Suddenly out of nowhere wind blows lifting the sand from the rocks at the bottom of the pyramids. No one sane could live in this place yet people do for hundreds and thousands of years, getting born, growing up having kids of they own then passing on not leaving any trace, like the sand of this land. Always moving from dune to dune changing place as it did so through the ages. A tourist takes a picture of the pyramids thinking to himself how could they live here, how do they live here so far from the civilization he was born into. Looks at the rocks thinking of an old egyptian saying " Every living thing fears time, yet time fears the Pyramids" he smiles softly and thinks it must be true.

No one knows what happened to the people in ancient times, nor to those that walked into the desert one morning carrying almost nothing with them. Maybe they died in the desert, maybe at sea in the tsunami following the most terrible volcanic eruption the ancient world has seen, maybe they died robbed somewhere, maybe they lived and became the immortals that many seekers met as teachers. Maybe they are alive even today telling you their long lost story, that is nothing more then sand dust in the wind filmed by a man while visiting the pyramids.