Among the Eternal Glaciers, under the constellation of the Dead Mother, The Holy Mountain rises. No one knows if it was always there or if it was built by Those Who Came from Elsewhere. Nobody cares. There it’s and will always be, witnessing the passing of eons, watching entire civilizations born and fall, spreading its cosmic power, across the ether, from beyond the rainbow.
The Holy Mountain
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The Holy Mountain
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Among the Eternal Glaciers, under the constellation of the Dead Mother, The Holy Mountain rises. No one knows if it was always there or if it was built by Those Who Came from Elsewhere. Nobody cares. There it’s and will always be, witnessing the passing of eons, watching entire civilizations born and fall, spreading its cosmic power, across the ether, from beyond the rainbow.