I led a team deep into the no-man's land of the Western Territory to investigate the obliterated "Guiling Mining Area". Officially, it has never been mined here, but the drilling marks on the well wall, the mysterious number, the surveyor left behind by my father... Everything points to the top-secret drilling in 1987.
When we press the shutter, record the audio, and trace the coordinates - the vision begins to respond. Space folds, time collapses, and there is an extra row of dead miners in the photo. What's even more frightening is that the mapper in my hand suddenly displays: Connected.
This is not an adventure, it is a sacrifice. We are opening doors that humans should not touch.
