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The monolith was a great silver sail within a brindle blue-cream haze.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 3, 2021.
The monolith stood there as if it were the gateway to another dimension, an entirely new vortex of spacetime.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 3, 2021.
The monolith was always in summer, no matter the season that was in the world. For it was a diplomat, an ambassador of heaven, and thus its land and reality was of its own making.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 3, 2021.
The monolith was to silver what the sun is to light, there was a brilliant power to it that entered the consciousness as though through a sense humans were unaware they possessed.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 3, 2021.