The Liquid Record: Secrets Beneath the Surface

Throughout the day, the comments on his video grew increasingly detailed. People were sending theories, sharing screenshots of his experiment, and even suggesting new ways to test the water.

One message stood out, an email from someone claiming to be a physics student:

"Professor Welt, I've been following your videos. The patterns remind me of cymatics—the study of wave phenomena. Certain frequencies produce shapes that resemble ancient symbols. Have you tried comparing your results to known vibrational frequencies in nature?"

Jason leaned back, considering the suggestion. Cymatics. He'd heard of it before—a fascinating field, but one he'd never thought to connect with his current work. Maybe this wasn't just about water—it was about sound, structure, and resonance.

Throughout the day, the comments on his video grew increasingly detailed. People were sending theories, sharing screenshots of his experiment, and even suggesting new ways to test the water.

"Professor Welt?" she asked, her voice uncertain. "Do you have a minute?"

Jason gestured to the chair opposite him, setting his notebook aside. "Of course, Emily. What's on your mind?"

She stepped inside, sitting down gingerly and placing her phone on the desk. His TikTok video was paused on the screen, showing the interlocking triangle pattern that had formed during his experiment. "I've been thinking about your video," she began. "Those patterns—they're... really cool. But... are you sure it's real?"

Jason smiled faintly. "I promise, it's real. Just water, sound, and vibrations. No tricks."

Emily bit her lip, leaning forward slightly. "But those shapes—they don't look random. They remind me of something."

Jason tilted his head, intrigued. "Like what?"

Emily hesitated, then said, "My grandfather was a professor—he studied ancient Greek mythology. He used to show me these old books filled with symbols and carvings from temples and pottery. Some of them looked a lot like the patterns in your video. I don't know... maybe it's just me."

Jason blinked, caught off guard. "Ancient Greek symbols?" He leaned back in his chair, considering her words. "You're not the first person to bring up something like that. I've gotten comments from people saying the patterns look like glyphs or runes."

Emily's eyes lit up. "So, do you think they're connected?"

Jason hesitated. "Honestly? I don't know. This is still just a simple experiment. But the symmetry, the precision of the patterns—it's definitely... strange."

Emily nodded, her confidence growing. "You should keep going. Even if it's just a coincidence, it's more interesting than, you know... kinetic energy."

Jason chuckled. "Fair point." He studied her for a moment, then added, "And hey, if you find any of those books your grandfather showed you, bring them in. I'd love to see them."

Emily grinned. "I'll see what I can do."

As she left, Jason sat back, his mind spinning. Greek symbols? Ancient carvings? The idea was wild, but it wouldn't let go. What if these patterns aren't just a coincidence? What if they're part of something bigger?

Jason couldn't shake Emily's words as he sifted through the comments on his second video that afternoon. Dozens of viewers had echoed similar thoughts:

"Those shapes look like ancient runes!"

"They remind me of carvings I saw at a Mayan site."

"Dude, are you recreating hieroglyphs with sound???"

One message stood out—an email from a self-described history enthusiast. Attached was a series of images: carvings from a Mesopotamian tablet, Norse runes etched into stone, and symbols painted on ancient pottery. Each one bore a striking resemblance to the patterns in Jason's experiments.

Jason stared at the images, his pulse quickening. The connections were tenuous at best, but they were there. He pulled out his notebook, sketching the patterns from his second experiment next to the images in the email. The similarities sent a thrill through him.

Could the patterns in water really be tied to ancient symbols?

He shook his head, trying to temper his excitement. This was still just a hypothesis—a leap of logic without evidence. But the thought wouldn't leave him.

Later that evening, Jason set up his vibration device again, this time with a new plan. If the patterns were linked to something deeper—something ancient—then perhaps they could be manipulated. He adjusted the device to mimic the frequencies of known natural phenomena: the hum of a thunderstorm, the gentle vibration of ocean waves, and even the rhythmic patterns of birdsong.

The glass of water rippled with each adjustment, the patterns shifting and evolving. Jason's hand froze on the dial as a new shape emerged—a series of interlocking circles that resembled a starburst.

He leaned closer, his breath catching. "What are you trying to tell me?" he murmured.

Grabbing his phone, he snapped a picture of the pattern before it could fade. The intricate design felt purposeful, as if the water itself was responding to his questions.

As Jason reviewed his footage, his phone buzzed with a notification. A new comment had appeared on his latest video:

"The patterns aren't random. Look to the natural frequencies. You're on the right path."

The profile was blank—no name, no photo, just like before. Jason stared at the comment, a chill running down his spine. It wasn't just the cryptic message that unsettled him—it was the timing. Whoever this was, they were watching him closely.

"What do you know?" Jason muttered, his mind racing. He typed a quick reply: "Who are you? What are these patterns?" But no response came.

Jason leaned back in his chair, staring at the glowing patterns on his laptop screen. He felt like he was standing on the edge of something monumental, but the questions were piling up faster than the answers. Who was guiding him? And why?