The Room

I stared at the book that I had found, the cover was made of animal leather. I passed my hand over it, the skin that covered the book was thick but it didn't hurt, it looked like goat skin, the cover didn't have a single letter. I had no way of knowing what the book would say or who had written it. So, I decided to open it and find out if there was anything written on. The front page said “Scarlet Project”, the name was big, written in black ink, the letters were not in any modern language. That got me surprised, I understood them to be from where my father came from, Atlantis, he had taught me everything about that place. The page itself was no longer white, had yellowish tones of aging, it was obvious, it had been hundreds of years that this book had been written. I decided to go through the pages and read everything the book wanted to tell me.

I was fascinated, the book was very detailed, had several DNA decodes, calculations, told a little about what was the day-to-day of the project developed by a very large team, since on its pages there were citations of groups n1, n2, n3, ..., nx study development group.

I decided to let go of the book and look for more things, in the middle of all that mess I found a big book lying on the floor, the book seemed to be important, it was heavy and its cover was a dark leather, before lifting it, I opened it to see what its contents were.

The pages were in the same state as the previous book, but the page of this book was 4 times larger than the previous one and on the first page there was nothing written, I went through the page and came across a summary full of names, it was certainly a administrative book where there were the names of everyone involved in the project, I decided to open it on any page and came across a woman named “Isis Areleous”, contained on the page the academic and physical description, and a drawing of the face, next to the drawing, in the description had written “researcher”, I decided to pick up the book from the floor and put it on a pedestal made to support books that was behind me, it was better, facilitated my reading and my back would not hurt so much. The pedestal was very beautiful, covered in gold with sculptured details, extremely heavy even for me, certainly solid gold.

I looked for the name of my father or someone I knew, it was certainly a good idea, the book was full of known names, almost all the older people who lived in the same tribe or in nearby tribes had the names there, I was amazed, even my father was on the list, I decided to open the page for him, it was page number 265, there was everything about him and in the same place that was “researcher” on the Isis page, my father had written “Head of genetic research ”, I stopped reading, decided to sit in a wooden chair that was behind a large table, covered with books and dust, everything in that room was dusty, were old things, that brought me old memories, I rested my head on the padded part of the chair, I closed my eyes for a brief moment to recall everything that I had been through, seemed to be brief, it was for at most a minute, but for me that moment took hundreds of years.

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