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Centuries had passed since then. Years and years of research yielded nothing. He never expected to be the one to find it, in his very first university dig. As soon as he laid his eyes on the vase, he was enchanted. He slowly unburied it. Took it in his hands and fell in a restless sleep. Filled with images of love. Love and war.

He slept among the ancient ruins, holding the vase tightly in his hands, curled up. His mind, fragile as it was, baked in the sun’s scorching heat traveled in the hands of time through centuries passed.