Abstract
Kneeling respectfully within monumental funerary building "M", touching the blessed earth that had been entrusted to preserve the immortal memories of our ancestors, face to face we came in the ultimate judgment of the Fates to a nexus with roots of old unearthed, untouched by the passage of time, unseen by the rays of the Sun for millennia. In mother Gaia's protective embrace the bodies of four women had been laid to rest for the ultimate journey to the underworld, summoned as they may have been at a breathless point in time by divine hushed sounds that had conferred the meaning and purpose of their transference to the meadows of asphodels.