O, distant seeker! Let me
reveal you, a fact.
What you came for here, is
hard. This place seems to enchant
to stranger and me wholesomely,
the foundation of which rubbing
bones against stones lay.
On its facade which is of glass, a
proper choice I must say, I see
myself as an ant. The trail of
workers leaving a scent and for once
form a collage with their dint.