In the sleepy town of **Pomuch**, nestled in the Yucatán Peninsula’s Campeche state, there’s a cemetery unlike any other. Here, death isn’t quiet. It isn’t sealed away behind stone or hidden behind flowers. In Pomuch, death sits in the open—neatly arranged in wooden boxes, cleaned and cared for by the living. And the bones? They breathe stories.

Imagine walking through a forest—only instead of trees, it’s a maze of colossal stone columns, each etched with sacred symbols, each one whispering stories from over 3,000 years ago. That’s the Temple of Karnak, a place where time folds in on itself and the divine still seems just a step away.