NOAH'S ARC

you again.

[logospathoscaeleste]

Is there familiarity here? Do you recognise yourself in the reflection of the windows? I am waiting for you to understand your role in all of this, and for you to engage, and come forward. You must be aware of the truth if we want to proceed.

[logospathoscaeleste]

A new month. Hello again, stranger.

[logospathoscaeleste]

How soon shall we begin? Not long, I imagine.

[logospathoscaeleste]

They gather to witness, the last to remain.

Eyes full of wonder, not terror nor pain.

Not chosen, not cursed, yet not to be saved;

They watch as the future is slowly unmade.

The oceans grow still - the mountains draw breath.

And even He shall learn the posture of death.

[logospathoscaeleste]

[logospathoscaeleste]

Well. We finally did our jobs, and all day we've been watching the CCTV. Wittering about the end of days and prophecy, and you. Always you. Supposedly your role is to watch. Perhaps to humble us, or teach us, or provide an outsider's perspective.

Interesting.

I thought at this point everybody knew we weren't very good with strangers.

We won't have to put up with the chatter much longer, of course - it doesn't seem to be a permanent affliction, luckily. But it seems what we thought was a lie was simply a misguided belief. Somebody truly does think we need you. How wrong they are. The only crime is that they'll never see it.

[logospathoscaeleste]

More chattering. Less sense. Today we were told the fallen was a sign of apocalypse and that we were next to go. It's all lies, of course - we made that clear very quickly, with proof attached - but interesting to listen to, regardless.

I am very curious to see how you become involved.

Yes, you. Reading this. I can see you. Can you see me?

[logospathoscaeleste]

Are you listening?