You are trying to outstrip the whizz of a flying bullet when the sun is beating down upon the sound. The fast pulse of mind exiled to a very edge of an abyss, giant stones swallow the energy of their creators, the aims hidden in a deep underground entangle themselves on pilgrims paths towards a vertex leaving behind the desire for duration and the quest to pass through the energy gate towards a calm surface of nothing that is everything at the same time.Ancient stairs, an eyewitness of secular events shies away from a force that gives life to others. It feels just a breath of wind in the infinity of continuance. After the years of calm disturbed only by footfalls of the curious ones it has again experienced the burden of being a pedestal of a doom and an end of wandering of other beings. Its consciousness so dismally venerable in its vastness, the dark grey has experienced much, touches of the feet of monarchs, a rustle of mind-controllers, the knees of the poor ones, the jingling of bronze and iron at the edge of an energy field. Only calm consonancy will last together with dust of the desert and with the touch of bright light penetrating into grey wrinkles of memory.
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