Somewhere in Kano, a coven of alchemists
converge for a witchery far beyond the reach
of mortal men. They are guided by the night’s
unwavering dark, like candles inside an ocean,
they let their light dissolve into a liquidity which
will haunt the world into submission. They are
attempting the impossible – they are indeed bringing
Pangaea back.
Millions of years ago, the first man lost his way
and we all parted into pathways swaying into the
mouth of devouring waters. Pangaea broke into separate
lands we call continents, contingent upon our folly
of wars is this severance, this tragedy, this unraveling
of the body as the empty hiding place of skeletons
of discord. Can you not see that we are hurting?
We have cut ourselves into pieces. Piece back together
this puzzle, this hustle, this battling of battalions, search
for calm in the birthplace of horrors and maybe then, with
the right amount of magic, the world can be fixed.
Source: Enigmatic Global Concept