Time to excavate!

I have been entombed successfully on the coast of Vancouver Island. All of this has been done in secret in a remote mountain forest, and because of this my tomb has miraculously remained untouched for 1000 years.

It is now roughly the year 3000 and quite obviously a lot has changed in this time. Technology has continued to accelerate, the population of Vancouver Island has continue to grow until approximately 600 years ago when the big wave hit. This disastrous event was far more destructive than anticipated and has lowered portions of the island and forced almost all to evacuate.

Archaeologists have moved back to the island in order to examine what kind of burials may have been hastily completed before evacuation. As can be expected, many of the dead were washed out into the ocean, and many have been brought back to the coast with the tide. Time has buried many of these bodies, and a veritable coastal barrier of graves exists not too far under the surface. Further inland and on higher hilltops are the hastily made burials. Though I'm sure these are fascinating, it isn't nearly as exciting as finding a tomb that looks like this:

As the archaeologists moved further up into the mountains they come across this giant structure. As there is not any evidence of anything like this anywhere else on the island it is quite the discovery.

Thankfully it was not hit too hard by the wave, there there is quite a lot of water damage and in disarray. What was once a well organized, orderly tomb is now in shambles.

Thousands of books litter the floor, and as it has been so long and moisture has damaged much of the writing it is impossible to read any of them. This is also a time when technology has replaced most written texts and finding such a big collection is surprising. The Archaeologists decide that all these blank damaged books have been interpreted as being chronicles of my life, as i must have been (but wasn't) someone pretty important with a tomb like this. Many books have been interpreted as being originally blank, which the archaeologists see has means to record my time in the afterlife.

My skateboard hasn't held up perfectly but was stored within its own alcove so it has remained relatively stationary. It is possible to see the platform and the wheels, and again on the path of thinking that I was important, this was probably how I was wheeled around by hired help in life.

The drums pose quite a conundrum (pun intended?). Musical instruments have all become digital. Very few examples of acoustic music making practices remain. The skins covering the drums have been eroded or eaten away by small creatures. All that is left is a thin, red veneer and some metal fittings. Animals have made homes in all of the rings and it is difficult to interpret what, if anything, was in them previously. It is very possible that they were simply barrels or some other container which may have held food for me in the afterlife.

These Archaeologists are unable to determine who I am, but are able to interpret that this tomb was made long before the wave and are not able to concentrate on it too much initially because they were sent to study mass wave burials.

Perhaps one day they will come back and learn the truth.