Legends are lies told to overexaggerate The True.

  Myths are to Obscure its Existence.

  How would you find the Truth in a world of Lies?

  Go to the epicenter of its Origin and look for yourself of course, behind a curtain of lies holds the Absolute truth unless the location itself doesnt exist.

  Deep inside the Forest of Ontario, Canada lies a Lone Hill named Dun-Mar Hill. Its was owned back in 1967 by Dun-mar Eclair Jr, a Canadian archeologist

  who studied in Paleontology but one day suddenly became way more interested in Occultism and Ancient Artifacts.

  Now the problem is that I've searched all over the internet for Sir Dun-Mar with zero results online.

  Now the stories do have merit to some extent, Legends say Dun-Mar was Canada's underdog in the when building

  railroads through its tough watered terrain so near the end of his life quit his job and pursued his passion for unearthing ancient history, decided to take his small fortune deep into the Canadian wilderness and Live on a plot of land called Dun-Mar Hill.

  Dun-Mar had built a 4 story mansion overlooking a deep forest, it came with 2 bathrooms, 4 bedrooms, 1 ball room, a Museum of relics and 2 sub basement levels.

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  His prized Piece was a Small Box or Cube he found while digging up the skeleton of Ceratosauria, now mind you this was buried for millions of years 50-60 feet below massive boulders alongside the Dinosaur itself.

  The Myth on the other hand Explains a similar story but had found it digging up an Ancient City and was found in the hands of a small child skeletons hands curled up as if hiding away with the Cube.

  The similarities between both stories is The Cube itself a strange almost obscure abstract object uncovered at the site of death.

  The stories never describe the texture or look of this relic but it very much is implied to have lasted along time without any changes or damages leading to some referring to it as Alien in nature or Holding some Supernatural element, talks of lost deities maybe old gods who lost their reign of the world through some grand event.

  The Thought of it being Alien racks my brain with questions with no answers.. on the other hand if it is in line with Occultism, it makes me shiver with dread I fear not

  the strange workings of the world, I fear the powerful who'd bend it to it's knees in utter Submission.

  As I write this for you to read I prepare to delve into untold History of a Man forgotten by both Country and Understanding

  Legends and Myths shape his endless tale of mystery.

  I head for the northern part of Ontario to find this Cube and the secrets of Dum-Mar Hill.

  Forget me, Forget me not.

  History shall repeat itself sooner or Later.

  and from this seedling message new stories will grow into Legend, From legend myths will emerge to hide what should remain lost.

  So to inspire the brave I shall leave no name but a warning..

  "Seek not The Cube for selfish gains, Seek its stories, seek those who cherish them too. The day stories die is the Day history will perish. Make those Myths as future explorers will guide them too new understandings, should it hold power thats for the future to decide. Hold the past in the palms of your hands and bury it in writing."