I detached my climbing harness and walked up the decaying steps towards the light-covered podium. A strange ringing sound came from the podium, growing louder as I got closer. Once my foot stepped into the light, a sudden warmth washed over my body.
An ancient chant began replaying in my head.
The guidance of the Sun lights the path. Father time decides the fate of the living and erodes the dead. Mother nature’s wrath has no bounds, nor does she apply restraints. To embrace divine absolution, one must give sight to…
I touched the podium. “The Eyes of the Earth.”
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