Man made spires reach to the heavens as eyes look down on us all. We perceived ourselves as Gods as we sought to create our own creator. We look at our history and deny what has been, as if it could not happen again.  In every moment we hang on to our self imposed reality like it were shreds of paper torn up into confetti. Hoping to piece back together our own version of how things should be, then as our ideas crumble and we seek to fashion our new God, the truth of what we fear has come to be. We know that we are not alone, but we deny that anything existed but our own world created from our own depraved imaginations. Then on that faithful day, all of the eyes in heaven went silent and the earth shook with a rumble as the veil of reality was torn away. The dimensions between here and there were peeled back and the visions of prophets and fools came to pass. Despite many warnings and histories lessons that we ignored and said could not be repeated, there it was, a city shining in the heavens. A vision made real, but we could not bear to admit it. Called by many names and believed by only the few who would dare to hope, the return of what was and is again. To some it will be salvation and to others damnation. Not in the way that one might think, but the damnation of the fact that the prophets and fools were partly right. The foretelling comes to pass and a new age has begun. Like the telling of childhood fantasies, a new kingdom has come. A jewel glistening in the ethos, the light of a million suns blinding our senses. At last all things will reset and man will once again be placed on a path of truth, as those who made us have returned to finish there work as a city made not with hands but foretold of stories from old has finally come.