A lot of questions and a burst of wonders.
I was choking.
I peeped into the room to hear what the candidates in the Salon of Kalon Kagathon were discussing,
with a faint hope to find some answers and to give order to the world.
The room was grand and bright but it started to shrink and spin. Thousands of colours were mixed in and created a pattern of marble.
The room has melted down. Time and space are left where only the marbles of aporia stand.