Byzantium

Conversion, evolution. A cycle of primeval going down the drain. A primordial abduction with everything to lose, nothing to gain. A poison on the tongue with venom piercing through every open vein. I’ve witnessed the world going down in ruins and it’s driven me insane.

We layered our wounds into mazes and confinements. No lessons learned because our pasts make zero sense. I’ve apologized for my existence with no remorse, no repent. We’ve become the embodiment of destruction in our corrupted environment.

A cleansing of epic proportions that is long overdue. The archaic centuries remember what we used to call you. History erases what was once ochre and grown. Imperials get struck down when abandoned all alone.

Abrupt, with no warning, you too will be erased with no former glory. The statues and citadels have been cancelled and outlawed. A utopia that should not exist. A paradise that should not have been conceived at all.

Your city has gone down in defeat and decay. Future cultures will spend an eternity trying to recall your claim to fame. Antiquity is no friend or admirer of yours. They will dig up your buried relics just like they have done many times before.

Calamities and catastrophic remains but it’s all still the same. You will be laid to rest and no one will remember your name.