Once Organic Stone

Time telling dust enveloped me as I entered. A heavy vale hung in the air that did not hinder my vision yet was thick like a pool of black water as I moved through it.

Many ages were remembered here.

Lining the walls hung the skulls of creatures long forgotten, their gaze meeting mine.

I recognized some, silhouettes that traced a line to memories of photographs that I marveled at as a child. Others could very well be other worldly in their origin, their shapes giving little hint to function or behaviour.

An eclectic collection of paths and possibilities. Victories over challenges that we have yet to encounter or ones that have already foiled our form. We now hold these echoes, memories that were not our own that hint to only the vaguest of knowledge.

More questions than answers.

This place is one of science, at least by design.

Plaques and velvets.

Glass and silence.

I shudder at the thought of this place. For once where we collected symbols of times indifference to grandeur, we now hang the corpses of our victims.

The dust hangs heavy here, and in this house of bones I stand as ‘The Imposing’ and ‘The Terrible’.