We are Noizu!
Partial Texts recovered at ritual site, do not continue reading without full authorization. Deciding otherwise without permits 7 and 14b guarantees in no way your rights will be upheld and your safety untested. Moving on, we love to be engulfed by noise, though lately, we have dived inward into a colossal inky void inhabited by a fantastic myriad of merchants and traders and beasts amidst dirty old streets, where we slowly and peacefully wandered around dirt roads and corners, under awnings and drapes, curios and artefacts littering small clay pots and wicker baskets frayed and unbraided with age...
Leaving town, i and myself came to find ourselves following a forgotten faintest path of paths, unused by any in this busy day and age, when the music of the city faded and we found ourselves submerged fully and bodily into the surreal blue glow of these phosphorescent underground pools which now littered the cavernous spaces yawning back hollow and impenetrable beyond our eyes capabilities, yet we wander hopefully amidst these stalactites and whatforth, til did we make out in the ways ahead a deviance in environment and grounds laid before us that we did see it coming long before it entered into our visions, a grand stone monolith raised on a dais in titanic, silent observance of these two meek who stood before it, these meek who, us, made our way forward and across the upward sloping path to this monument, our eyes seeing it, it senselessly staring us down, when did we come upon a dozen carved stone platforms seemingly as a final, dozen pace reminder that there was nothing but an expansive emptiness of air beyond it. on the first, we take one half dozen steps, and then five more, each sending out a distantly echoing clap of stepping on stone, until the final walk made no sound at all.
downward we sailed for what seemed like ages, vague sights and inward-lit formations occasionally breaking the blackness in their rapid ascent from below us to far above
down down
It has been so long, we felt, the falling had become as stationary as being on solid ground, when did we realize that a sudden lack of sensation had come upon us, and looking down did see that we stood once again on the ground from long ago. 'How miraculous that we are unharmed', you say and I, having said it, need not reply due to being the one commenting to begin with. With a dull snap our hands strike lighters and we only now remember that there is such a thing as sight to take into account, having been tumbling down those lightless depths for such long, sensory deprived spans of time. The ground is open on all sides now, and we decide for the first time to split up, you going that way, I turning my back and going my own.
My lighter goes out and I relight it.
