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[talesmith]

The Golden Codex: The Curse of the Inca Mummies

High in the Andean mountains, where the air thins and the stars blaze like scattered jewels, lies the ancient city of Qhapac Amaru. It is a place untouched by time, where whispers of the past echo through the crumbling stone streets and the towering peaks guard secrets older than memory itself. Among these secrets are the mummies of the Inca—sacred guardians of a forgotten world.

The tale begins with Ana Torres, a passionate archaeologist known for her relentless pursuit of the truth. Ana had spent years studying the Inca civilization, poring over texts and artifacts, but nothing prepared her for the call she received one chilly morning.

“Dr. Torres,” the voice on the other end crackled with urgency. “We’ve found something extraordinary in Qhapac Amaru. We need you here.”

Within hours, Ana was on a flight to Peru, her heart pounding with anticipation. Upon arrival, she was greeted by Dr. Manuel Quispe, a local historian with a deep knowledge of Inca lore.

He led her to the excavation site—a hidden chamber carved into the mountainside, its entrance concealed for centuries by landslides and overgrowth.

Inside the chamber, the air was cool and heavy with the scent of earth and decay. By the light of flickering lanterns, Ana beheld the mummies. They were seated in a circle, their legs crossed and their hands pressed together in a gesture of prayer. Each mummy was adorned with intricate textiles and golden ornaments, their faces eerily preserved by the dry mountain air. But what struck Ana most was their eyes—or what remained of them. Empty sockets seemed to gaze at her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

“The Circle of the Chosen,” Manuel murmured. “It is said that these mummies were the keepers of the sacred knowledge. They were entrusted with protecting the wisdom of the Inca gods.”

Ana leaned closer, her flashlight illuminating the delicate patterns on the textiles. Among the geometric designs, she noticed symbols that didn’t match any she had studied before. They seemed to form a map, or perhaps a puzzle.

“These symbols,” she whispered, “they’re… different. Manuel, have you seen these before?”

He shook his head, his expression a mixture of awe and apprehension. “No. But there are legends of a hidden codex, a key to understanding the mysteries of the Inca empire. Perhaps this is it.”

That night, Ana couldn’t sleep. Her mind buzzed with possibilities. She pored over sketches of the symbols, tracing them with her fingers as if she could coax their meaning to the surface. As dawn broke, she made a startling discovery. The symbols matched the constellations visible from Qhapac Amaru—but not as they appeared now. They represented the night sky as it had been over five hundred years ago.

Ana and Manuel worked tirelessly to decode the map. Days turned into weeks, and as they delved deeper, strange occurrences began to plague the camp. Equipment malfunctioned without explanation, and the workers reported hearing whispers in the dead of night. One morning, a laborer fled the site, claiming he’d seen a shadowy figure moving among the mummies.

“The spirits are restless,” an elder from a nearby village warned. “You have disturbed their slumber. They demand respect.”

Despite the warnings, Ana pressed on. The map eventually led them to a hidden passage within the chamber. It was narrow and treacherous, descending deep into the mountain.

At the end of the passage, they discovered a second chamber, larger and more ornate than the first. At its center stood an altar, and upon it lay a golden tablet inscribed with the same mysterious symbols.

As Ana reached out to touch the tablet, the ground trembled. A low rumble echoed through the chamber, and the air grew cold. The lanterns flickered, and for a moment, Ana thought she saw the mummies in the first chamber shift in their seated positions.

Manuel’s voice broke the silence. “We should leave. Now.”

“Not yet,” Ana replied, her voice steady despite the fear coursing through her veins. “This is what we came for.”

With great care, she lifted the tablet and examined it. The symbols were accompanied by a script—a form of Quechua unlike any she had encountered before. As she deciphered the text, a chilling revelation unfolded.

The tablet told the story of the Chosen—priests and scholars who had sacrificed themselves to protect a powerful secret. They believed that the knowledge they guarded could either save or destroy the world, depending on the hands in which it rested.

“This isn’t just history,” Ana whispered. “It’s a warning.”

As they prepared to leave the chamber, the tremors intensified. Rocks tumbled from the ceiling, and the passage began to collapse. Ana and Manuel sprinted back to the surface, narrowly escaping as the mountain sealed the chamber once more.

Breathless and shaken, they stood in the light of day, the golden tablet clutched in Ana’s hands. The workers and villagers watched in silence, their faces etched with a mixture of fear and reverence.

“What will you do now?” Manuel asked.

Ana gazed at the tablet, its surface glinting in the sunlight. “The world needs to know this story,” she said. “But some secrets… some secrets must remain hidden.”

She decided to document her findings, carefully omitting the location of the chamber and the full translation of the tablet. As she wrote, she felt the weight of the mummies’ gaze upon her, their silent approval or condemnation forever a mystery.

In the years that followed, Ana’s work sparked renewed interest in the Inca civilization. Scholars debated the meaning of the tablet, and adventurers searched in vain for the lost chamber. Yet, no one ever found it. The mountain kept its secret, as did Ana. And in the quiet moments of her life, when the world around her stilled, she could almost hear the whispers of the mummies—not of anger or vengeance, but of gratitude. For she had listened to their story and ensured that their legacy endured.

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As the fan-led investigation into the discrepancies of Alex's performances gained momentum, the online community buzzed with theories and speculations. A dedicated group of fans had compiled convincing evidence suggesting that the voice everyone had come to adore as 'YaNi' wasn't Alex's at all.

Their findings, meticulously detailed and widely shared, ignited a storm of media attention and fan reactions, propelling the issue into the limelight.

Amidst this brewing storm, you found solace in the creative process, assisting Taehyung with his songwriting endeavor. The contrast between the online turmoil and the tranquility of music composition was stark.

There, in a cozy room at HYBE, you sat cross-legged, your trusted notepad brimming with scribbles, lines, and lyrical ideas.

Taehyung, pen in hand, listened intently, his expression a mix of focus and appreciation, offering a supportive smile as you sang softly. "I'm thinkin' 'bout you, what to say. Wish I knew how to find the way—"

The creative bubble you both inhabited was abruptly burst when the door swung open. Shihyuk's personal assistant, a look of sheer urgency on his face, interrupted the session.

"Um, the two of you... are needed... immediately," he managed to get out between pants, his eyes darting anxiously between you and Taehyung.

The sudden urgency in his voice cut through the room's calm, snapping you both to attention. Taehyung's smile faded, replaced by a look of concern as he set down his pen, his brows furrowed in confusion.

"What's going on?" Taehyung asked, his tone shifting from playful to serious, echoing the sudden change in the room's atmosphere.

You both rose, the notebook momentarily forgotten as you followed the assistant, his pace quick and purposeful, winding through the corridors to a conference room where the gravity of the situation was immediately apparent. Executives huddled around screens displayed a frenzy of online activity—all centered on the OST controversy.

As you and Taehyung settled into the tense atmosphere of the conference room, you leaned over to whisper to him, "Where's Alex?"

Taehyung shrugged slightly, his gaze fixed on Edwin, Alex's personal assistant, who looked equally anxious. "Not sure," he murmured back.

Shihyuk cleared his throat, capturing the room's attention. "Let's get straight to the point," he began, his voice carrying a seriousness that set the tone for the discussion. "We're facing a situation that could potentially damage our reputation and the careers of everyone involved here."

He clicked the remote, and the screen came alive with a flurry of tweets and social media posts. "This," he gestured towards the screen, "is the tip of the iceberg."

One tweet read, "Just noticed how Alex's live vocals don't match up with the OST... Something's off #EchoesOfEternity." Another was more accusatory, "There's no way Alex's voice in the live show matches the recording. Are we being fooled? #NotYaNi"

Shihyuk continued, "And it's not just about the voice discrepancies. There's a narrative being built around Taehyung and Alex." He clicked to another tweet, this one filled with speculative gossip, "Alex is clearly using this OST to get closer to Taehyung. It's so obvious #StayAwayFromOurTae."

Taehyung leaned forward, his brow furrowed as he read the fans' comments. "They're really digging into this," he murmured, a note of disbelief in his voice.

"Yes, and it's not just speculation anymore," Shihyuk continued, his tone grave. "They're calling for a full disclosure, and some are even demanding a voice analysis."

You felt a knot tighten in your stomach. The creative endeavor that had brought you such joy was now a source of controversy, and the anonymity you'd cherished was on the brink of being shattered.

"Alex has chosen to stay away today, given the stress and the backlash," Edwin interjected, her voice laced with concern.

Shihyuk nodded. "We need to formulate a response. Our priority is to protect our artists and the company's integrity. But we also need to be prepared for the truth to come out. If it does, the narrative could shift dramatically, and we need to be ready for that."

Shihyuk leaned back in his chair, the weight of the situation palpable in his posture. "After careful consideration," he began, his voice steady despite the gravity of the circumstances, "we believe the most viable option is for Y/N to step forward under your true identity."

The room fell silent as the implication of his words sank in. You exchanged a quick, apprehensive glance with Taehyung, the sudden shift in strategy catching you off guard.

"But how will that play out?" you asked, your voice a mixture of concern and curiosity. "Won't that just fuel more speculation and potentially harm Alex's career?"

Michael interjected, his tone pragmatic. "It's a calculated risk," he admitted. "But continuing the charade might do more damage in the long run. It's about controlling the narrative and turning the situation into a positive revelation rather than a scandal."

Edwin's concern was palpable as she frowned, voicing her worries. "And what about Alex? How will this affect her?"

Shihyuk responded, his expression conveying a blend of empathy and resolve. "We plan to keep Alex out of the spotlight for the time being," he explained. "It's crucial to limit her public interactions, especially with Taehyung, and advise her to stay away from HYBE to avoid escalating the situation."

The mention of these precautions caused Edwin's jaw to clench, her concern for Alex evident. Despite her evident unease, she nodded, understanding the necessity of the measures. "I'll inform Alex and make sure she understands the situation," Edwin said, her tone a mix of professionalism and protectiveness.

With a courteous bow, Edwin excused herself from the meeting, her posture tense as she prepared to relay the news to Alex, who was undoubtedly already under a tremendous amount of stress.

As the door closed behind Edwin, the room was filled with a heavy silence, everyone processing the weight of the decisions made and the impact they would have on all involved.

The weight of the room's atmosphere lingered, but you found a sliver of courage to inquire about your own role in this unfolding drama. "What about me? What will happen now?" you asked, your voice tinged with a blend of curiosity and apprehension.

At this, Shihyuk's demeanor softened, a hint of a strategic smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Ah, this is where the fun begins," he said, leaning back slightly in his chair, a spark of intrigue lighting up his eyes. He explained that the PR team had devised a creative strategy to handle the situation. "We're considering dropping subtle hints, little Easter eggs, if you will, about your real identity. The plan is to weave them into BTS's content, especially Taehyung's, on VLive and other social media platforms."

Shihyuk's strategic smile broadened as resumed, "You see, there's already a trail of breadcrumbs leading to you," he gestured, illustrating the presence of your existing albeit subtle footprint in the BTS universe. "We have images of you at various events, always on the periphery, always present but not center stage."

He elaborated that this background presence could be spun to their advantage, turning the narrative on its head. "The idea is to suggest that your anonymity wasn't an oversight but a deliberate move," he explained. "It was all part of a grander scheme to shine the spotlight on Alex, leveraging her aspirations in modeling and acting, while respecting your desire to remain behind the scenes."

The room absorbed his words, the plan casting a new light on the situation, transforming a potential crisis into a story of calculated genius and mutual benefit. "So, in essence, the revelation of your true identity becomes a story of artistic choice, not deception," Shihyuk concluded, his eyes locking with yours. "But, of course, the final call is yours. We're in the early stages of this controversy, and how we proceed can be tailored to your comfort level."

The meeting wrapped up with that, leaving you to ponder your next steps. The notion that the unfolding drama could be reframed as a clever publicity strategy was both daunting and exhilarating.

As you and the others rose to leave, Shihyuk's voice cut through the shuffle of chairs, "Could you stay back for a moment?" His tone was casual yet carried an underlying seriousness that prompted a quick nod from you, even as the others filed out, leaving you alone with him.

Once the door clicked shut, Shihyuk's expression softened, his smile carrying a mix of amusement and sincerity. "I've observed how well you and Taehyung have been working together," he began, his gaze thoughtful. "Your dynamic... it's quite interesting, to say the least."

Your heart skipped a beat, cheeks warming under his scrutiny. The mere implication of something more between you and Taehyung sent a flurry of butterflies through your stomach, despite your rational mind scolding you for reading too much into it.

"O-Oh, no, no, no. It's not like that," you stammered out, a rush of words tumbling in an attempt to dispel any misconceptions. "We're just collaborating professionally."

Shihyuk raised an eyebrow, his smile widening, "Of course, of course. Professional collaboration." The way he lingered on 'professional' suggested he saw through the facade, but he didn't push further.

"However," he continued, leaning back in his chair, "if things were to take a more... 'unconventional route,' as you put it, that wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing. Sometimes, life throws us unexpected narratives, and they turn out to be the most compelling stories."

Your mind raced, parsing his words, the implications stirring a mix of excitement and anxiety. The idea that your burgeoning relationship with Taehyung—whatever it might be—could intertwine with this unfolding drama added layers of complexity you weren't sure you were ready to navigate.

"Thank you, Shihyuk-nim," you managed, voice steady despite the whirlwind of thoughts. "I'll keep that in mind."

With a respectful bow, you turned and hurried out, the weight of his words and the decision before you pressing heavily on your mind. Leaning against the door as soon as you stepped out, you covered your face with your hands, feeling the heat of a blush spreading across your cheeks.

The whirlwind of thoughts and decisions from the meeting swirled in your mind, mingling with the unexpected personal revelations that had unexpectedly surfaced.

Lost in your turmoil, the face of your imagined lover gradually took on distinct and familiar features: blue hair, kind brown eyes, a boxy smile. These attributes morphed the once faceless figure into someone you knew all too well, someone who was now intricately woven into the fabric of your day-to-day life.

Just as you were about to sink deeper into this revelation, a voice called out, snapping you back to reality. "Y/N?"

Startled from your reverie, you snap upright, your hands dropping from your heated face as you turn toward the source of the voice. It's Taehyung,  standing a few feet away, his casual posture against the wall shifting as his attention turned fully towards you.

As your eyes met, the phone in his hand was quickly pocketed, his expression shifting to one of gentle inquiry as he made his way over to you.

"What's wrong?" Taehyung asked, his voice laced with genuine worry. He leaned down slightly, closing the distance between you, his kind brown eyes searching yours for an answer. His presence felt so immediate, so intimate, that it heightened your awareness of his features—the gentle downturn of his pink lips hinting at his concern, the gentle gaze from his brown eyes conveying empathy, and the small, endearing mole on the tip of his nose.

Strands of his blue hair fell into his face, adding a touch of casual charm to his concerned expression. You felt an almost irresistible urge to reach out and tuck those strands behind his ear, to smooth away the distraction and see his face unobstructed. But you resisted, focusing instead on his question and the comfort offered by his attentive presence.

Your heart raced, and your blush deepened, not from embarrassment alone but from the sudden close inspection by someone who was becoming increasingly difficult to just view as a colleague or friend. The warmth radiating from him, the concern in his eyes, it all made your face feel like it was ablaze.

Sensing your increased discomfort but misinterpreting it as perhaps sickness or distress from the meeting, Taehyung teased, hoping to coax a smile from you. "Was it something about the meeting? Did Bang PD-nim push you to confess your undying love for me?" His tone was light, but his eyes remained attentive, watching for any sign of genuine unease.

The absurdity of his suggestion, made it a struggle for you to find your voice—momentarily lost in the close-up view of his genuine concern. Finally, with a small push against his chest, you managed to create some space, trying to hide your flustered state. "No, it's nothing serious," you managed to say, lips pursed in a vain attempt to appear unaffected.

Taehyung, still hovering close, chuckled softly at your reaction, his eyes crinkling in amusement, happy to have elicited even a small smile from you in the midst of your concerns. "If you say so," he replied, his voice a soothing melody that somehow made the chaotic rush of thoughts in your mind pause, if only for a moment. "Just remember, I'm here if you need to talk."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," you waved him off, eager to shift the focus away from your flushed face and racing heart. "Are we going to work on that song or what?"

Taehyung's chuckle echoed down the hallway as he followed your lead, his stride easy and confident. "Yes, ma'am," he replied, his voice still tinged with amusement. There was a lightness to his step, a subtle bounce that suggested his mood had lifted thanks to the brief exchange.

As you both stepped further into the corridor, the echo of your footsteps mingled with the beat of your racing heart, each step a reminder of the intricate dance between personal desires and professional responsibilities you were now part of.

Yet, there was an undeniable thrill to the idea, a chance to finally connect with the audience in your own right, and to be recognized for your artistry and hard work.

***this book is my baby, i dont wanna stop writing 😩💔

[ahmedrezk20231997]

Chasing echoes, catching starlight whispers. #StarlitSymphony #EchoesOfEternity" https://www.facebook.com/groups/404719977065776

[lateknightsimmer]

Can I get Gold by Paloma Faith for Desiree? Thanks.

Hey @wannabecatwriter​ ! You sure can. LOL. Thanks for asking. ♥

LOL. Hope you enjoyed this. XD

[elizapdushku]

As Shadows Burn by Echoes Of Eternity, 2009 #echoesofeternity #asshadowsburn #funeralinthesky #eoe #musicilove #albumaday #0322 https://www.instagram.com/p/B-ByIj5HpLi/?igshid=ybtnafory7n

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[snickertoodles]

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Honestly, I don’t know who you are (your username sounds vaguely familiar, so I’m sorry if I’ve interacted with you before and forgotten...), but I’m really honoured by how much time you’ve spent putting all this together and adding it to pages and stuff and it just. It makes me really happy.

It’s just the best feeling to see someone want to like, spend so much time thinking about something you created.

(And honestly I can’t help but read through this while giggling because http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BloodSplatteredInnocents http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HeroicBSOD IT’S SO TRUE IT HURTS)

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[lateknightsimmer]

Hello, hello.

Echoes of Eternity has been updated again.

Armand 16: Sense of Hope

[patrickdebana]

First day of rehearsal with my lovely dancers from the Shanghai Ballet for our ECHOES OF ETERNITY at the Stanislavsky Theatre Moscow.🌹 #dayone #ballet #rehearsal #moscow #russia #echoesofeternity #shanghaiballet #goodvibes #choreography #ancient #legend #ming #yang #emperor #china #contemporarydance #1500yearsold #history #on #stage 👑 Picture by @alena_telpukhovskaya https://www.instagram.com/p/Bxb0ytDAyeY/?igshid=1rtpknusakph0

[lateknightsimmer]

To everyone who still gives a fuck about me and my stories, I am pleased to say that I have finally updated Echoes of Eternity... after five years. Jesus.

I was so sick and tired of my own self putting it off and having the story in limbo. I never intended for it to go that long without an update. But without further ado, here’s the link if you’d like to read it.

Echoes of Eternity: Armand Thirteen - Healing Wounds

[lateknightsimmer]

Echoes of Eternity has been updated with Armand 15: Pleasant Surprise.

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Create a sim in all of their life stages. Or use a sim you’ve created before and create their other life stages. Or use a sim born in game or a premade. In addition to the six life stages you can create in CAS, you can add your own (like a tween for example, also maybe they don’t even live to the elderhood?). You can write their life story if you wish or let us guess.

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Description: Max was a Sim who was born in game during my first ever story, the Zenteri Baby Challenge. I’ve since retired that story, but Max then became the founder for my ongoing story Echoes of Eternity. I’m using him because I think I have pictures of him at all his life stages already, somewhere, so I’ll just compile them all here. LOL.

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Toddler: As a toddler, Maximus was very sweet and charming. He always looked at his parents with those big, green eyes he inherited from his father, and melted their hearts.

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Child: Maximus had a little bit of an attitude as a child. He wasn’t very impressed with his older sister Helena, so he and her would often get into fights. He never did anything too terrible though since he loved his parents, and didn’t want them to be sad.

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Teenager: As a teenager, Maximus was the boy in high school every girl had wet dreams about. He was a consistent player, not committing to anyone, but yet being able to charm the pants off everyone.

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Young Adult: Maximus learned a lot as a young adult. He had a talk with his mom about his behavior in high school, and she told him he didn’t need to be afraid of relationships. She recommended that he find the balance, where he could be open to a relationship, while not necessarily actively searching for one. If you want to know more about Max as a young adult, read Echoes of Eternity, it’s a whole story about the legacy he’s founded, which is currently in Generation Three.

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Adult: Maximus successfully raised a son, Patrick, with his longtime girlfriend, Soleil, and keeps in touch with his father Alex regularly.

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Elder: So. In my stories, I never use the Elder stage, I usually keep track of the Sim’s age in actual years, and then I use the Adult stage, with wrinkles and greying hair to depict when they grow old. Maximus as an elder is still very much in touch with his son, and his now grandson, in Generation Three. He’s still working his full time job and still with Soleil.

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