u/Necessary_Farm1808

I don’t really know how to explain this properly, so I’ll just document it as clearly as I can.

I’m an archaeologist, and for years I’ve studied disappearances and unusual locations that are usually dismissed as local legends or misinterpretations. I’ve always tried to rationalize what I find, even when it doesn’t fully make sense.

About two months ago, I followed a set of old references that led me to a remote forest area in Michoacán, Mexico. I found what seemed to be an isolated cave entrance between rocks.

Inside, there was flowing water and formations on the walls that looked like coral and wet moss. Both were glowing in different colors. The deeper I went, the more unnatural it felt, although I can’t really explain why in a precise way. There were also frogs throughout the tunnel.

At some point I completely lost track of time. When I decided to turn back, the entrance was gone. Not blocked or collapsed — it simply wasn’t there anymore.

I eventually found another way out.

After that, I was found by a small, tight-knit group of people. I don’t really know how to describe them properly. It’s not an official organization, but it also doesn’t feel like a normal informal community. There are also other individuals who meet with them regularly, some wearing robes. I’ve only been around them for a short time, but they seem to follow some kind of routine or structure I don’t fully understand.

I went back to the same area later with two of them. The landscape matched what I remembered, but the cave was completely gone. No entrance, no water, nothing. Just a normal forest slope.I’m not trying to interpret it, just documenting what I experienced. I know how it sounds.

I'm leaving this here because I don't really know how else to document it.

I've been trying for days to make sense of what's happening, and I honestly don't know if this is some kind of mental breakdown or if something is actually wrong.

I'm an archaeologist. For years I've studied disappearances and strange sites that usually get explained away as local legends, accidents, or misread patterns. Sometimes I've come across things that didn't fully fit, but I always tried to rationalize them one way or another… even if it never felt completely right.

About two months ago I followed a set of records that led me to a remote forest area in Michoacán, Mexico. There were old references to an opening between rocks that kept showing up across different testimonies. I eventually found it.

At first it just looked like a normal cave. There was water running through parts of the tunnel and strange reflections on the walls, but I didn't think much of it at the time. The deeper I went, the more wrong it started to feel. The walls were covered in something like coral, and a kind of wet moss. Both were glowing. The colors were… I don't even know how to describe them properly. Blues, greens, purples. It didn't feel natural. Or maybe it did and I'm misremembering it. There were frogs too. A lot of them.

I don't even really know why I kept going. It's not the first time I've ended up in situations where continuing forward feels like the only option in the moment, even if later I can't really explain why. I have no idea how long I was inside. I completely lost track of time. When I finally decided to go back, the entrance wasn't there anymore. I know how that sounds, but that's what happened. When I saw a light in the distance, I just assumed the only logical thing was to keep going and exit from the other side.

Even with everything I had already seen, I was still trying to find some kind of structure behind it. Something that would make it fit. I even remember feeling relieved when I finally got out, like there would be some kind of explanation waiting… but there wasn't. Or not in any way I can really make sense of now.

I know this sounds made up. I would probably think the same if I read it from the outside.

Some people found me afterwards. They seem to be part of a very tight-knit community, almost more like an organized structure than a normal group. I'm not even sure if “commune” or something like a cult is the right word for it. There are men who wear robes who meet with them regularly. I've only been here a few weeks, but they keep coming back as if it's scheduled.

What bothers me isn't really their presence, it's the way they react to what I tell them. It's not curiosity, and it's not exactly surprise either. It's more like they're confirming something they already expected.

It's hard to explain properly, but they give the impression of knowing more than they actually say. I've started thinking this might not be isolated, that there could be others in similar situations… but I don't have any way to confirm that.

I'm not doing this in secret. In fact, they approved me posting it. They say I might eventually have to “present” or explain certain things that happen here, though I don't really understand what that means. It wasn't said clearly, more like mentioned in passing, so I might be interpreting it wrong.

I'm confused, but not in a way where I feel out of control. More like I'm trying to fit what I experienced in that place with what's happening now… and so far it doesn't really fit together.