Enveloped in the shadows of serenity, lies an omniscient creature, of abysmal terrors, built upon a foundation of stress and malice, and in simple acknowledgement of its very existence, my once phlegmatic existence, had descended into a state of morbid awe and obsession. The respect I had once possessed as a famous scientist, decayed into ignominy in the eyes of my peers, though in agony I take the stares and slander as passively as possible. An obsession, ingrained inside of my brain, always returns to my mind in the image of its revelation, Hidden among the effigies of fallen Egyptian rulers, haunting the darkness of the tombs. When I took it into vision, I was sure I was not insane, though now my certainty to my state to sanity is not so presumptuous, as I lay, the shell of a man, among the mass of towering books, blocking the light of the fire place, which worms this post autumn room, A tomb of my obsession and drug like urging to ameliorate of the creature. Not expecting to find a usurper in the tomb, I was shocked to hear the words of a fellow being. “For what reason do you exceed these boundaries, when it is in you’re knowledge that these grounds are forbidden.” These dry words aroused my attention to the darkness of shadows, created by the overcasting of a stone decoration. The room seemed to freeze to glacial proportions during this period of shock, as I looked fearfully into the eyes of this atrocity, erratically glancing into other areas of the abyss for some form of comfort, and conformation that I was merely a lunatic. It would eventually narrow down to the discomforting reality, that this creature was indeed, not of my mental fabrication, when I could finally fixate upon its callused flesh, and beady red eyes, watching and waiting for me to respond. "I follow a form of Paleontology, where it is my duty to study the grounds, on which I currently walk." I said with a voice, shaking erratically, like paralyzed horses, laying dormant upon the ground. "You're occupation is to desecrate the resting place of those, who so long ago met death? This is an unjustifiable enigma, which puzzles me today, and for doing such, you shall suffer." These are the final rasped words which I can remember, before being consumed in Rigor mortis, and falling onto the cold stone floor, awakening not to find that I had been plagued with a necrotizing bacterium flowing through my protruded veins, or a missing kidney, but nurse, fixating upon my ER which read a stable, and healthy heart rate. Was it the obsession of this creature, clawing at the very fabric of my being, that I had been cursed with, or is it simply the fact that I would never witness such an event for the rest of my being? This is a question that will seemingly haunt the nihility that is my mind, for the rest of my life.