2024年 The Anunnaki : Gods, Angels, or Ancient aliens?

The enigmatic history of the Anunnaki, the “Shining Ones,” revered as gods, angels, and even extraterrestrial beings, is explored.
Originating in Mesopotamian myths, they are said to have brought advanced knowledge and civilization to humanity.
Through ancient texts and archaeological findings, the film examines their connection to biblical stories like the Garden of Eden and the Great Flood, and their role in shaping cultures worldwide. Delving into myth, history, and symbolism, it sheds light on how these ancient deities became immortalized in global legends, offering a fresh perspective on their legacy and influence.

Series : Legend of the Anunnaki
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@ADNANBASHIR-l3m より:

2025年1月21日 11:28 PM

I bear witness that there is none worthy of worship except Allah, the One alone, without a partner, and I bear witness that Muhammad is His servant and Messenger.

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@ADNANBASHIR-l3m より:

2025年1月21日 11:28 PM

There is none worthy of worship except Allah and Muhammad is the Messenger of Allah

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@anunnak9912 より:

2025年1月21日 11:28 PM

дратути

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@Zoze2017 より:

2025年1月21日 11:28 PM

Sizin cevireceginiz seslendireceginiz videonun ta amk

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@ИгорьМузычук-ь6ь より:

2025年1月21日 11:28 PM

Анунаки это цивилизация которая достигла самого высокого уровня развития .

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@aliyildiz6057 より:

2025年1月21日 11:28 PM

Whispers of the Anunnaki
(Part 1)

My name is Şaban. I’m no scholar, no adventurer. Just a simple guy who fell into the thankless business of private security to make ends meet. My life, until recently, had been mundane, predictable. But everything changed when I was assigned to a remote archaeological dig site along with Kezban, my partner. She’s the kind of person who can intimidate you with her intellect alone—sharp-eyed and sharper-witted. I didn’t realize how much I’d come to rely on her until that fateful night.

The assignment seemed straightforward enough: protect the team of archaeologists and their equipment while they worked in the middle of nowhere. The site was located in the desolate Anatolian steppe, where the wind whispered secrets no one wanted to hear. The archaeologists, a group of eccentric intellectuals led by a man named Adnan, claimed they had stumbled upon an ancient structure buried beneath the earth. They believed it was connected to the Anunnaki, a shadowy race from Sumerian mythology often rumored to be the creators—or destroyers—of humanity.

“Şaban,” Kezban said as we arrived at the site. Her voice had an edge of both excitement and dread. “You feel it, don’t you? There’s something… unnatural about this place.”

I shrugged. “It’s just dirt and rocks, Kezban. Don’t let the wind spook you.”

But I felt it too. A heavy, oppressive energy hung in the air, pressing against my chest. The dig site was unlike anything I’d seen before: a gaping pit carved deep into the earth, its walls revealing layers of ancient stonework covered in strange, angular carvings. The symbols seemed to writhe in the dim light of the floodlamps, as if they were alive.

The archaeologists were buzzing with excitement. Adnan stood near the edge of the pit, gesturing wildly as he explained something to Nihal, his assistant. The others, like Behlül and Firdevs, worked tirelessly to uncover a massive stone doorway at the base of the excavation. The door was adorned with intricate carvings that seemed older than time itself.

“We’ve done it!” Adnan shouted, his voice carrying over the wind. “This is it—the Gateway of the Anunnaki. The texts weren’t myths. They were instructions.”

Kezban shot me a look. “Instructions for what?” she whispered.

“I don’t know, and I don’t want to find out,” I muttered.

The Doorway

That night, I was stationed near the entrance of the pit while Kezban patrolled the perimeter. The archaeologists worked late into the night, their voices echoing in the silence. Around midnight, there was a sudden commotion. Kezban returned to my side, her face pale.

“Şaban, something’s happening,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Before I could respond, a low rumble shook the ground beneath our feet. The stone doorway, sealed for untold millennia, began to crack and groan as if awakening from a long slumber. The carvings on its surface glowed faintly, pulsating like a heartbeat.

Adnan and the others gathered around the doorway, their faces alight with a mix of awe and terror. “It’s responding to us!” Adnan exclaimed. “We’re on the verge of the greatest discovery in human history!”

Kezban grabbed my arm. “This isn’t right. That door wasn’t meant to be opened.”

“Tell that to them,” I said, nodding toward the archaeologists.

Behlül, always the reckless one, stepped forward and pressed his hand against the glowing carvings. The rumbling intensified, and with a deafening crack, the doorway split open. A cold, otherworldly wind rushed out, carrying with it a sound I can only describe as the screams of the damned.

From the darkness beyond the door, something moved. Not a person, not an animal, but a shape—a mass of shadow and light that defied comprehension. The air grew heavy, and a voice echoed in my mind, not in words but in emotions: curiosity, hunger, and a deep, ancient malice.

“Kezban,” I said, my voice shaking, “we need to get out of here.”

But it was too late. The thing that emerged from the doorway was beyond anything I had ever imagined. It was vast and amorphous, its form shifting constantly like smoke caught in a windstorm. Eyes—hundreds of them—opened across its surface, each one staring directly into my soul.

The archaeologists froze, their expressions caught between wonder and horror. Adnan stepped forward, his voice trembling but resolute. “We are not your enemies,” he said, as if speaking to a god. “We have come to learn from you.”

The creature responded, not with words but with a deep, resonant sound that vibrated through my bones. It reached out—if such a thing could be called reaching—with a tendril of darkness. It touched Adnan, and he collapsed instantly, his body crumpling as if all life had been drained from him.

The others screamed and scattered, but there was nowhere to go. The creature filled the space, its presence consuming the pit and the night sky above. Kezban pulled me back, her grip like iron. “Şaban, we have to seal the door!”

“How?!” I shouted, panic threatening to overwhelm me.

She held up a notebook, its pages filled with sketches of the carvings we had seen on the stone walls. “These symbols—they’re not just decoration. They’re a language, a code. If we can replicate them, maybe we can reverse whatever they’ve done.”

I didn’t understand a word of what she was saying, but I trusted her. Together, we scrambled back to the doorway, dodging the writhing tendrils of the creature. Kezban knelt by the stone slabs scattered around the entrance and began drawing the symbols with a piece of chalk she had in her pocket.

The creature seemed to sense what we were doing. It let out a deafening roar—a sound that wasn’t just heard but felt, like an earthquake in my skull. The ground shook violently, and I was thrown off my feet.

“Kezban!” I shouted, crawling toward her. “Hurry!”

She didn’t answer, her focus entirely on the symbols. One by one, she recreated the intricate patterns, her hands trembling but precise. The creature loomed closer, its massive form blotting out the stars.

As Kezban drew the final symbol, a blinding light erupted from the carvings. The creature let out a final, anguished roar as its form began to unravel, pulled back into the void beyond the doorway. The wind howled, and for a moment, I thought the entire pit would collapse.

And then, silence. The doorway slammed shut, the carvings fading back into lifeless stone. The archaeologists who had survived stood in stunned silence, their faces pale and hollow. Kezban collapsed beside me, her breathing shallow but steady.

“Şaban,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “This isn’t over. That thing wasn’t just a creature—it was a warning. They’re still out there.”

Her words chilled me to the bone. We had sealed the door, but the knowledge of what lay beyond it would haunt me forever.

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@panagiotis7946 より:

2025年1月21日 11:28 PM

the name “anunaki” does not exist in any written source
ancient greek mythology mentions 3 cataclysms of Ogygus, Dardanus and Deucalion

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@LisaEdwards-r9c より:

2025年1月21日 11:28 PM

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@helenakubatova4091 より:

2025年1月21日 11:28 PM

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@nogri832 より:

2025年1月21日 11:28 PM

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