FRAGMENT TL-3212 · Cappadocia underground cities · ARCHIVE
LOG DAY 3212
Derinkuyu goes down, not up. Eighteen floors, ventilation for twenty thousand people, wells that cannot be poisoned from above. The doors are stone discs half a tonne each. Every one of them locks from the inside. Your guidebooks say refuge from raiders. Raiders leave. This was provisioned for years and closed against something that does not. You have found more than two hundred of these. You have never found the order that started them.