3.
The pond was easily threefold it’s former/future size, swollen with glacial water. Long after/before it was dug by man, nature has both reclaimed it and improved upon our design. As I peered through the mist I located the atemporal anomaly.
At the opposite side of the pond lay a complex of pure anachronism. Ionic columns rose into the air, seemingly placed at random, in a cluster surrounding the edge of the water. They were of a polished marble, made not by the organic hands of man, but some perfect machine. They stood fixed upon enourmous slabs of cubic sedimentary rock, as if cut yesterday. The columns continued into the water, eluding to a further past even more hidden to me beneath the cold glacial lake. They were capped with pediments whose framed interior shapes emitted a prismatic glow that remained indescribable in human terms of color.
As I rounded the edge of the lake, details began to resolve that had no analog in the future. The cubic foundation hid a complicated, maze-like architecture, upper layers supporting the stark columns at such irregular intervals to constitute a bastardization of classical sensibilities, lower layers choked by water.
In the center of the complex, I found an altar.
The same enigmatic prismatic light that emanated from the pediments glowed forth from atop the altar. At this point I had an epiphany. This altar could be the way I transport my thoughts back to the future. The unknowable light, like the ruin itself, was empty of meaning, allowing me to fill it with my own thoughts. I laid my hands on the altar and my thoughts were transcribed into the structure in the form of a sigil. With any luck, this record will persist through time and others can visualize the speculative past of this space.
The light faded.
The sky cleared.
The altar dissolved into the cubic foundation leaving a hole wide enough for me to enter. Evidently the complex holds more mysteries waiting to be generated through my own, now seemingly omnipotent, sense of meaning.
The pond was easily threefold it’s former/future size, swollen with glacial water. Long after/before it was dug by man, nature has both reclaimed it and improved upon our design. As I peered through the mist I located the atemporal anomaly.
At the opposite side of the pond lay a complex of pure anachronism. Ionic columns rose into the air, seemingly placed at random, in a cluster surrounding the edge of the water. They were of a polished marble, made not by the organic hands of man, but some perfect machine. They stood fixed upon enourmous slabs of cubic sedimentary rock, as if cut yesterday. The columns continued into the water, eluding to a further past even more hidden to me beneath the cold glacial lake. They were capped with pediments whose framed interior shapes emitted a prismatic glow that remained indescribable in human terms of color.
As I rounded the edge of the lake, details began to resolve that had no analog in the future. The cubic foundation hid a complicated, maze-like architecture, upper layers supporting the stark columns at such irregular intervals to constitute a bastardization of classical sensibilities, lower layers choked by water.
In the center of the complex, I found an altar.
The same enigmatic prismatic light that emanated from the pediments glowed forth from atop the altar. At this point I had an epiphany. This altar could be the way I transport my thoughts back to the future. The unknowable light, like the ruin itself, was empty of meaning, allowing me to fill it with my own thoughts. I laid my hands on the altar and my thoughts were transcribed into the structure in the form of a sigil. With any luck, this record will persist through time and others can visualize the speculative past of this space.
The light faded.
The sky cleared.
The altar dissolved into the cubic foundation leaving a hole wide enough for me to enter. Evidently the complex holds more mysteries waiting to be generated through my own, now seemingly omnipotent, sense of meaning.