[ WP ] You are a member of a archaeological team exploring some deep ruins . You come across an oddly smooth wall . From beyond can be heard ... something .

Shadows dance on the wall as overhead lights sway to an unfelt breeze. The din of my team's work is now drowned by the mass of earth and structure between us. It is cool in this dark hall. 
 
 I scrape against the wall as I push further inwards, away from the lazy lights. I shuffle on, driven. 
 
 I hear something. It is faint, a gentle whisper bouncing through the passageway. It beckons me. 
 
 With each step the whisper grows. It is neither urgent nor is it aloof. It simply *is*, and I must heed it. The sounds brush past me, against me, and into me. I hear it. Human voices. Uncountable, indistinguishable. 
 
 The passage has ended. There is no light behind me, though I have only walked straight. The wall before me is as smooth as the surface of water. I brush the back of my hand against it. It clings to me, as do the whispers. My very essence trembles as I caress the wall and swim amongst the sea of hushed voices. 
 
 The surface shifts, and the whispers begin to slip away into the otherworldly smoothness. As they depart my thoughts trickle back. I am afraid. I am alone. I need help. 
 
 The last of the whispers sink into the surface. I press against it, overcoming my fear so that I may understand this place. Beyond the wall the hushed chorus continues its song. I push harder against the impossibly smooth wall, straining to hear a word amongst the multitude beyond it. 
 
 It as if the whispers are the heart of humanity, afraid and crowded together in this deep and lonesome dark. The voices are the time-lost echoes of every utterance of man: each roar of might, every love-soaked lament, every plea. 
 
 I pull away from the wall with a start. Amid the whirlwind words I heard only one. A single word made from the countless voices of humanity, the amalgam of our timeless tongues, the essence of our existence: 
 
 **'' Help. `` **
