Hi, dear Freewriters!
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This is my entry to the Writing Prompt by 
As he entered the ancient tomb, he immediately noticed the difference from the outside world.
It was so quite and peaceful down there.
Although other visitors of the tomb were flocking around him, they didn’t speak much.
They were all captivated by the eerie, imperceptible mystique of that sacred place.
You felt that there was something hanging in the air that you couldn’t describe; you just knew it was there.
Was that something the souls of dead people from ancient times that kept the visitors company as the latter kept climbing down and up the stairs leading to the actual place of burial of the former?
Although nobody could tell with surety, we could feel, and even touch, for sure, the positive aura that seemed to come straight from our ancestors…
This positive energy of theirs filled the air.
