It sounds just as it looks.
There is something bigger, something greater awaiting
As it speaks we realize its foreing, we cant make out what they say
Blinded eyes that can see beyond
they try to comunicate
it gets closer and closer
from the insides, the great void trapped inside our skulls
they sprout, like couldy opals
eyes that gaze into the nothingness proyecting its true form into us
Burning that memory forever until we are ready to see them again
with our ouwn, very mortal and physical eyes