When I traveled around Pammukala and the ancient city of Yaropolis, I saw there a lot of crypts and graves in the valley of the dead, but at the edge of the cliff there was only one grave that made it clear about the grandeur and nobility of the owner. And I did not think about who he was, and what he was waiting for in hopes of building a sarcophagus closer to heaven, and the ray of the sun seemed to meet my thought giving hope to us all and giving heavenly love and peace in my heart.