The Well of Ancient Mysteries is across the street from our apartment. To look at it, it is a small piece of land with mango and banyan trees, tropical flowers, and a mural-decorated house surrounded by a 7-Eleven, an empanada food truck, a Metrorail station, and flashy high-rise buildings. A wood sign with the faded-paint words "The Well of Ancient Mysteries" hangs on the property. I knew from the day we moved to Miami there was a story there. I walked by it frequently on my way to the grocery for over a year before I tried to find out about the Well. I eventually found an article from the Miami Herald. The article described the story of a sacred space and the man who protects it from development in our rapidly changing neighborhood. In the Herald article, the owner of the property explains the Well of Ancient Mysteries sits on an ancient site that has spiritual significance to the indigenous people of Miami. As an anthropologist and activist, the owner refuses all offers to buy the property in order for him to protect the site.