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  Necropolis Gully Ancient Fertility  The only sound in the deep quiet of the crevice was the crunch of my boots on the debris-strewn ground. Towering stone walls, draped in vibrant green moss , rose on either side, making me feel like an intruder in a forgotten tomb . My matte-black suit , a product of a future this place could never have imagined, felt profane against the ancient rock . Then I saw it: a weathered, silent figure standing in the path. It was a statue of a woman , carved from the same stone as the gully but shaped with clear intent. Moss crept up its base and clung to its form like a second skin. This impossible artifact, an architectural anomaly in this raw, natural fissure , stopped me. My steady, determined posture belied the storm of questions raging in my mind. The statue stared forward with blank, unseeing eyes, a silent witness to a history I had just stumbled into. My mission was to find my crew, but this place, this silent, stone woman , was a new, un...

Jonus Prostrate but Faceup Scene 2 Slide 5

Jonus Prostrate in Hate Scene 2 Slide 5

Jonus Prostrate but Faceup Scene 2 Slide 5

The noise, the silence, the tomb, the self.
What condition can remove this pity?
I am displaced with this attention.
I cannot compose my stature.
Forever crumbling and falling apart.
I am now the centrepiece for all to ridicule.
From hatred alone I despise those who watch and mutter.
I hear it all, I know it all and I feel it all.
Pathetic man, chalet, conceited prick.
Too weak to stand, too weak to kneel.
Fallen down into the swine's garbage.
In this time I will listen to the hypercritical judgements.
I will remember all.
In time I will return to seek victims for my malice.

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