Ancientalize...
The machinery, so long dormant, finds a path to the light. Or is it the light that finds the machinery? No matter... the result is the same. Gears creak into motion, the detritus of eons in the dark crunching between the teeth and then falling to the depths like ebony snowfall...
The machinery stutters and stalls, banging and wailing against it's bonds, while the dark chuckles and tries to find a way to beat back the light. And the dark wins.
But the light comes back, again and again, a little stronger now, a little more now... The dark wins again, but now there is no grim laughter.
But the light comes back again, and this time it will not fail, it will not stop, it will not be denied its prize. The machinery pulls itself slowly out of the clutching hands of the mire, basking in the light, feeling the raw power flow once more through the girders and pipes of it's frame.
But so much has been lost... precious time not least of all... Tools gone forever, an infinity of newness lost to the darkness. The machinery almost falls back, the enormity of desolation staggers it...
Almost.
P.S. Here's to the next Infinity... }:)
The machinery stutters and stalls, banging and wailing against it's bonds, while the dark chuckles and tries to find a way to beat back the light. And the dark wins.
But the light comes back, again and again, a little stronger now, a little more now... The dark wins again, but now there is no grim laughter.
But the light comes back again, and this time it will not fail, it will not stop, it will not be denied its prize. The machinery pulls itself slowly out of the clutching hands of the mire, basking in the light, feeling the raw power flow once more through the girders and pipes of it's frame.
But so much has been lost... precious time not least of all... Tools gone forever, an infinity of newness lost to the darkness. The machinery almost falls back, the enormity of desolation staggers it...
Almost.
P.S. Here's to the next Infinity... }:)
