As the snow falls gently from the sky, a diamond-encrusted page emerges from the darkness. It is an ancient page, etched with the story of the beginning of the world. The story is told in a language that is long forgotten, but the beauty of the page is still clear. It shimmers in the light of the moon, a testament to the power of creation.
It has been said that the truth is stranger than fiction. This could not be more true than in the case of the manuscript that I am holding in my hands. This is the story of my ancestor, a man who was lost at sea and presumed dead, only to resurface 100 years later.