I stalked the halls.
Glorious architecture of a bygone age moved around me, I know every inch, every centimeter, every atom of this tower both in and out.
But to see such a thing personally, To see only folded metal and gold, light and dark. Not energy, the very degree of every angle, every Nano-meter of circuitry, every infinitesimally small piece of technology. Just metal and gold.
A tree of energy.
A cylinder hiding a turret, simplicity at the forefront of complication.
Step, *clink*, step, *clink*, step, *clink*
I have to walk with a cane, for all the all the wonderful, magical, technologies I have, I don’t believe I should use them.
I am to study, not use. As such, a simple length of metal will do, crude as it may be. At least I can move without wobbling.
A thrall, once riddled with mutation and mistake, purged and rebuilt with the void, another, intact the one whose been watching me since I created this shell stay near as well.
We are leaving the void, soon, very soon.