I can hear the crunch of the snow beneath their feet as they draw nearer. Everyone seems fairly cautious, except for one lad. He seems a bit more optimistic, maybe even oblivious to what he’s stepping into.

In another life I would be bound by duty the strike all these men down on sight, for stepping into a structure so revered by my people. But that life passed away long ago.

The carcass of this vessel, once a monument to our expansive reign, now serves as a decrepit tomb to the fallen mighty of a bygone age.

Their steps hit the solid surface of the inner hull. Sounds of rubber squeaking against the hard floors echo down the hall.

“This must have been some sort of vehicle for aviation. What do you think, Rob?”

“I think you’re right. But what I’m most fascinated by are the carvings on the wall. They’re all raised from the surface. It reminds me of ritual scarification.”

“Perhaps they marked their ships in a in the same manner? To make it sacred?”

I’m impressed. They’re very close to understanding…