Amorphously polyrhythmic in its radiance, vehemently emptied in its essence. The amalgamation of an Ur-complexity built to construct. A machining machine. A cradle of complexity and a connector of intensities. Behemoth of mystification by means of numericizing – build the digital empire of Cthulhu. The delicate mass of arcs covering the tallest complex of black spirals. The ribs of stone repeating and twisting spinal structures striving upwards into spikes. A dark mass lurching into misty heights of gall, into the unravelling madness of incalculable events and uncertain anxieties.
A mass of wet verminic organs falls from the towering mist...