With strange piles of right or wrong, past or timeless; an inner torment and sadness for everything. The sickness is so deeply sunk, so deep that it is filled with transparent beings floating in uncharted distances. If a reconnaissance vehicle were sent there, scientists would inadvertently turn off the digital screen, terrified and frightened by what they saw. Then they would have to sit down and question what they saw, agree that it could not be defined scientifically, and try to hide their fear by staring at each other in amazement. Answers were sought for questions that had never been thought of before. It used to be thought of how edible fish swim on it hundreds of meters above. Then, rather than pondering these ideas, it was thought that it was time to leave logic out and let the irrational in instead of empirical methods. Minds in need of this situation would always hold on to an idea and accept the truth of it with a silly smile.
The cold stones of horror roll, rolling inside, making crackling sounds like an ice floe. Just before it starts to melt, it starts to turn pale, like the scales of a fish with a pensive eye. A woman trying to find out if it's fresh on a counter, it is dead just before she picks up. The ice has melted, and the irrational answers from the depths have started to rise to the surface and take air. Fish have waited hundreds of years in an ice floe. When the fish found an answer, wanted to say a word about horror and it came back to life. Scientists are no longer surprised at such confusion and irrationality. They stand and watch as if they are watching a comedy play on stage. A humanoid in a fish costume falls down as he slides off the stage on the ice.
May, 2023 by Demon Ego
