If tombs could talk, the Valley of the Kings would never stop whispering. Tucked into the arid cliffs west of the Nile in Luxor, this haunting necropolis has held the secrets of Egypt's most powerful pharaohs for over three thousand years. Here, in a sun-scorched landscape carved by time and devotion, lie the eternal homes of rulers who once believed they'd live forever.

On a quiet February morning in 1943, a Mexican farmer named Dionisio Pulido was tending to his cornfield in the village of San Juan Parangaricutiro. The sun was rising, the soil smelled of earth and ash, and the world seemed as ordinary as ever. Until, quite literally, it cracked open beneath his feet.