Shadows of the Akkadian Sphinx

y strange, vivid dreams-visions of standing before something vast, ancient, and incomprehensible. A force beyond human understanding, shrouded in time. I couldn't explain it, but deep down, I kn

Sphinx." A shiver ran down my spine. Was this real? Could it be connected to my dreams? "David," I said carefully, "if this is true, we have to handle it right. We need a team, real experts. We can't let this fall into the wrong hands." "Agreed," he said. "But if we do this right, Nadia... we're going to be part of history." I exhaled slowly. My mind was racing. "We'll meet in Cairo. I'll assemble a team." After ending the call, I turned to Amelia. "Contact our best archaeologists. Keep this quiet-no media, no leaks. Get back to me as soon as you have confirmations." Within hours I have assembled a team Within hours, I had assembled a small but capable team. David, of course. Tariq Hassim, a bright young archaeologist with an appetite for adventure. Youssef Al-Fayed, a historian and linguist specializing in Akkadian history and Arabic best known in that area And two seasoned excavation experts. The flight was booked. The plan was set. Over the next few hours, responses trickled in. By evening, the team was set-just six of us, keeping the circle tight. all that remained was making arrangements for my daughter. But before I could embark on the journey, there was one more thing I needed to do. I picked up my daughter, Amelia, from school. She was only five, full of energy and boundless curi