Autumn walks in 2017. As a witness of the Truth being covered. Once trees now they stand silently and Acéphalically waiting for the Return. An eternal cyclical process mankind has lost touch with. I heard them whispering mysteries unknown to us, last men. Our ‘languages’ will at one point stop being spoken but the Sacred Silence and the Light that shines from within those hollow tree trunks is Perennial.
Von Sanngetall, 129 yf