Max:
Infinite horizon
Of countless cubes
Hellish landscape
Rows of cosmic tombstones
Forever stretches outward
Unable to grasp the length
This is but a day
Yet it drains me of my strength
Max to audience:
Have you ever spent a long period of the night just staring up at the sky? Staring up into that black expanse. Glancing occasionally at the tiny pin pricks of light before returning your vision back to the void? Imagine a cosmic ossuary of endless cubicles. As far as your eye can see... cubes. Cubes for countless human beings. Cubes for nameless human beings. Tombstones... for the wage slave.