An impossible structure of staggering proportions loomed in the void:

“Throw yourself into the unknown,
Brave the dark that lies ahead,
Disbelieve to what is shown,
Shake the feel of fear and dread.

Gaze onto the endless void,
as it turns its eyes on you.
Set in motion futile ploy,
what is done you’ll grow to rue.

Feel the titan made of stone,
see the patterns as they race,
Gnats of flesh before the Throne,
know the scope of what you face.”