What happens in Potbelly Hill, stays in Potbelly Hill

Brilliant was Sirius that night, a night like no others for the bored observer. A night of reverie and feverish hallucinations for the unprepared travellers and seekers of strong emotions.

One of the drunkest explorers was using an ancient pedestal as a bar stool, dangling his legs from the abnormal heights of his sitting toy. How funny.

I wonder if they realize how ridiculous humans are when they tried to do something sacrilegious... Gods don't feel pain, rage or lack of respect. They feel pity.

The flame in the temple was burning more and more, close to engulfing the building and all of those who were not in possession of their consciousness, lay there clueless.

These lads found a map, read it but stopped their research there. They did not go to consult any of the ancient tomes written by those who explored those same places before them. The few who survived left their testimony of what they did and of what they recorded with the intent of saving much trouble to posterity just to be ignored by those conceited successors - such a remarkable effort for nothing. Is it really that fun to go into unknown lands without knowledge of what might happen?

Just as the prophecy said, the unsuspecting, ignorant man who challenges powers higher than his will pay the disrespect and the belittling of what he does not know in the burning rage of his own awareness.

That was the thought and the will of Shaman of Welkin from the highness of his sphere, waiting to see another generation of adventurers be consumed in the flames by their own stupidity.

He knew those ignorant fellows reasonably well as he's been one of them not many centuries before.

He loved the unknown because he thought that he was stronger than it. He loved the risk because it made his heart pump faster and with fury, he loved challenges because he considered himself the smartest individual of them all, from past to future.

The truth was though that his wit was not as vast and brilliant as he pictured it. His overconfidence was just a flash in the pan that made him think of himself as a marvellous being when instead he was just a pest, a bug in a world of bug-eating giants.

He fell into his own traps and after the burn, he went on even more stubborn than before until he bit more than he could chew and died in the stupidest way ever, falling to his demise in a pit of lava that he knew the existence of.

His outrage was so full that his soul stayed in the place even if his body disappeared in the burning embrace of magma, becoming the warden of the Temple due to his insistence on not wanting to surrender to what was bigger and stronger than him.

That is why he was watching those fools with entertainment, but also a little bit of nostalgia and comprehension as they were already celebrating the discovery of Göbekli Tepe, known as the first temple ever erected, known as the Potbelly Hill in our language.

Eternal was his fun when no one of the silly explorers realized that the temple disappeared from ancient ages because it was its fate to not be of any use to mankind anymore.

It was a pity that the ever-growing numbers of adventurers couldn't understand that and foolishly kept going toward their stupid deaths.

From the amusing that this piece was, the shaman thought it was becoming boring... He started seeing humanity as the most self-centred, dumb, unreasonable and idiotic folk that could ever be created. No one proved him wrong yet.

Inspired by Gobeklitepe by Ruins of Xibalba, Dark Ambient/Dungeon Synth from Sydney, Australia.