A secret life, independant and forgotten, hiding in the outskirts
of a humanoid society, covered by the leaves of the human
mind's autumnal remnants. She lived colliding with the relativity of our
time.
She had seen the lives of the violated begin with their deaths,
and She observed them all, while they travelled on towards
the wombs of those to be scorned, on towards their ends.
It had lived for all eternity and had seen it all, reversed:
extinction of mankind for Her was nothing more than the
beginning of our lives, reflected in Her thousand eye: the struggles
of the puppet race on the ball of dust, floating counterclockwise
around a ball of light light, they tearfully named Sun.
She remembered how She laughed at them, While She travelled forth,
towards the beginning of their time.
In the aeons that had passed She had
seen the universe implode, and start its travel back towards this
nothingness it awaited. Balls of dust and light travelled on towards
the empty centre. Awaiting to be transformed into waves of unknown
energy. When She was younger, still an Ancient Queen,
She leapt from star to star to discover the eternal secrets.
But Her exploration went no further than this earth, where
She rested and observed the manipulative breed.
And although She was reserved in time and thus invisible to