Most people hear ‘Roman burial chamber’ and think: “Oh interesting historical location.”

My brain immediately goes:
“Yes but emotionally… how are the tombs doing?”

Which is probably not the standard tourist reaction or even a sane human reaction.

So there we were.
Four meters underground.
Complete darkness.
Two ancient tombs.
And me trying to figure out whether the overwhelming energetic heaviness was historical atmosphere, spiritual residue or simply the discutable creepy realization that this is what my life has somehow evolved into.

The strange thing about psychic sensitivity is that after enough years, the bizarre stops feeling bizarre.

It even goes beyond emotionally wringing you out like a dishcloth with WiFi-induced personality disorder issues that has seen society change in no-more thinking for themself zombies no kitchen towel should ever witness in this lifetime or the next.

At some point your nervous system just casually accepts: “Yes apparently we communicate with ancient underground energy now. Carry on.”

Honestly, the only truly paranormal thing at this stage is how normal this all feels to me.