There were things that could only be seen before they could be understood, and I know I would try to explain what I was seeing, but I still understand that I will fail to paint the right picture.
You have to be here to understand that my world stopped when I saw that tentacle rising from the earth.
Let me try to bring you to my mind, so you can glimpse a bit of what I see. Again, I would fail, but perhaps that is a mercy.
The pyramid had been growing in my vision for the past mile, but seeing it from this angle, under the red sky, where the black stone drank the red light and gave nothing back, was different.
The scale of it pressed against my perception the way I have heard that the deep ocean separating the continents presses against a diver's chest.
Thirty kilometres of black stone or metal or whatever it is that had fallen from the sky ten thousand years ago, and it had been waiting. All this time, it had been waiting.
And now, I believe it was waking.
