The climb up onto the tomb is not taxing, but you try to avoid stepping on the organic tubular relief as you do so. Moving forwards over the carved monsters encircling, you turn at the head of the tomb to ready your manoeuvre.
You remove your small backpack and place it further along on the lid. Digging your heels into the three-inch gap, you brace your back against the wall and prepare to heave.
Straining your thighs, calves and back, you feel the lid begin to slide forwards. Slowly at first, and then slightly faster. Realising you may have the problem fixed, you push with all your might, screwing your eyes shut and exerting all your energy.
The lid moves a couple of feet further, before you realise it has reached the balance point and is started to tip up. The heavy stone slab's motion far outweighs anything you can do to stop it and before you know it, you are slipping and falling down, legs first, into the tomb.
With a resounding crash, the lid smashes into the mosaic floor and scrapes along it. Your back jars as the base of your spine strikes the hard inside of the sarcophagus. Shaking your head from the sound and the fall, you look at what is in here with you.