The Aniakchak's pores bellow. It's all crowded by it's own vomit, consisting of pus, magma, and amrita.
The elements of crime and disarray can only go further, can they? All their rights were violated, right?
Spoiled to no endAnd yet, with hands like these, only the gods of Suscratia can decipher it's symbols. Foreign to the naked eye, the magnificent monocle of the gods can only decode it's meaning - leaving us empty handed.
And with their hands, they will create a path to the heavens - a way for us to understand it's meaning. And with their path, we can use our own hands to decode the messages of god; thus leaving us with the meaning of everything we sought for, all this time.
Our technology subsides with the heavens' cosmos. It will never be needed once again once we reach the Horizontal Boundary - the epicenter of the chaos enveloping our universe. Once integrated, the heavens themselves will collapse upon us, bringing us out of this existence and ascending us to the Fifth Plane.