The Far Country: Mythos

Hidden Geometry

Yesterday I saw it again, out on the mire. My doubts are all but quelled. Its sheen is unyielding. the dirt and flora cradle its likeness, my skin feels its warmth. I dug a hole where its glow sprouts from the ground and found it to keep going, deep into the earth, just as it soars without mercy through the sky. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. And I believe it's trying to tell me something.