Traveling an angered sea of pure light
reflected back through the storm propelling
the ancient motor of the designs not derived from man the sound is of distress.
A vibration slices through thick air to rattle marrow through broken bones. Teeth jostled loose by the hulking scream of its fast decent.
Some broiled whole beneath the searing heat of the mighty craft.
Flawless exterior of materials fashioned with extreme precision
weaved in concentric circles, lit with a darkened aura, a blaze without light. Forecasting the floods, eternal tales of rituals taking place on higher ground, burning images into the skin of the young.
A fascinating prologue passed down through the broken mouths of the withered elders, a network of tangled lines. The inscriptions of a design that is not derived from man.
Reflecting upon this sea now thats been gazed upon by thousands the sound is now of disbelief.
For those who saw developed boils and were stricken blind, hallucinations haunted divinity derived from insanity. Fashioned from a first hand intervention with a force of energy and engineering of a design not derived from man.