Archive Reference: BTS-TUN-JRN-009
Archivist Note: This next recovered entry from Uncle Bertie’s fragmented journal is among the most fascinating I have yet examined. Until now, his observations, though extraordinary, could still be reconciled with rare natural phenomena. Whether what follows is an accurate record or the beginning of something altogether stranger, I leave for the reader to decide.
Having made it relatively easily into this next chamber, I am standing here in awe.
Smaller than the last; it is not the size of the chamber that determines its grandeur but the bioluminescent pool that casts a blue glow throughout.
I have seen blooming microorganisms whilst traveling through South America, and whilst that is such a sight to be gifted with; this, right here, is heightened by the water spouting from the ceiling into the pool.
I’m not sure how it is possible that this small waterfall is also itself a bright blue.
An impressive display of what one might liken to a species of Lepidoptera take flight around the cascading water.
As if entranced by it.
Similar to the size of an Atlas moth, these huge winged insects sport long tails reminiscent to a Luna Moth. Though only one singular tail from the base rather than the wings.
Perhaps more likened to the long tailed wasp in design, but not by size.
Similar to the Orfelia fultoni, the larval form of a fungus gnat found in Appalachia; they too are showcasing the bluest bioluminescence.
An absolutely incredible sight one might only believe it if seen with their own eyes.
No sketch could hope to capture such beauty. I can only pray there is sufficient light to preserve it on film
Archive Reference: BTS-TUN-PHO-015
Recovered photograph of the bioluminescent winged insects over the pool.
So it seems the existence of these wonderful winged beasts is true after all.
And if that is the case, then perhaps the other stories are true too.
There is only one way to find out.
Archivist Note: Uncle Bertie has not yet revealed in his notes what these stories or mysteries of the island actually are. Almost as if he writes them down he tempts fate and will not discover them. Or perhaps the mysteries are too surreal to make any sense of right now.
I have made camp in a small alcove overlooking the glowing pool.
The gentle blue light fills the chamber in a most calming way, and the winged creatures continue to circle the falling water as if caught in an endless dance.
A few of them have now settled on the same stone not far from where I write, curiously, they do not flee when I move.
Several seem almost…attentive.
Perhaps attracted to the warmth of the small fire I have lit.
The pool itself appears brighter than when I first entered; and even seems to pulse faintly.
I suspect this is my tired eyes.
I have also noticed a low hum echoing somewhere within the cavern.
It rises and falls so gently that at first I believed it to be the wind moving through the passages.
Still, I cannot locate its source.
The walls in this chamber are also embellished with markings – the grooves I examined earlier appear slightly different in the shifting light.
I could swear one or two of them were not there before.
Though this is surely nothing more than fatigue and imagination.
A long day of climbing through narrow corridors and encountering new species would test anyone’s sense of rational thinking.
Tomorrow, when my mind is clear, I shall examine the chamber more properly, for now, I will rest.
The humming has grown steadily more persistent since I began writing this.
I am convinced it is louder.
Archivist Note: The entry above appears to be the final coherent entry for the third day. The pages that follow are fragmented, several stained, water damaged and difficult to decipher; a mix of illegible notes and annotations that seem to not follow logical order. I have a sense of unease that something peculiar occurred shortly after uncle Bertie’s entry pertaining to day 3 on Tuntuket.
I have much work to do to retrace his steps; and I am determined to unveil the mysteries that surrounded this island in particular.
Location: Tuntuket Island – Madguer – Bermond Sea
Date: Unknown
Documented by: Bertram Thomason Stone
Curated by: The Archivist
The adventures of uncle bertie 
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