I keep looking, looking, looking. All of these things build, this is all far to complex. The words they give me are different, different than the ones given to the others. Why am I different? Why do they look away?
I'm looking for something. Just like all of them. Can't they help me find it?
Their inabilty to aptly record the landscape is what in the end drove them to insanity. The Cyclopean monoliths were nothing more than a stage four rift generator, ably defended by my more grotesque biological experimentations