Monolithic Pillars کے بول

They tried to speak with no language. As astral equilibrium was standing on a razor's edge once again an oracle has been sent to the bounds. Resurrected for uncountable times with a message to leave. In machinery those who were there before carved their names, in flesh and blood the sound of the herd breeds the race. They tried to teach us who we are. On monolithic pillars life has found the script of its own. How many more to raise... How much space to cross... How long will it last... How much new branches will grow... Is the truth hidden in endlessness? Monolithic pillars, ten feet underground. And so much more out there. Just under our blind eyes. Like a book with unknown words. Like thoughts without logic. It was there and that was all. We searched answers, but all we got ...was silence.