Ashes circle and snowflake, caught in moonlight escaping through cracked ruins. Burning, buildings collapse, following through with preplanned motion. We knew this would happen, the only question: when?

now, why? why, now?

sure, prophets foretold; deciphering secrets left in ancient cities untold, hiding in a shadows undertow. Ink stain fingers, tips plated for a mold. Snakes slide beneath sonar, free to slither home.