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Five thousand years ago, fog drowning the hills. The air meets land, the land meets the water. So much further away than now. Treacherous flowing glistening, a spectacle. Now the veiny rocks bleed, punctuated with electricity overhead. Forged to unite us, moving on Intertwined paths. It has replaced the stones, the circles. The sea has perforated, eroding into the history, erasing existences underground. Five thousand years ago, alien objects scattered in the village. Spheres with tentacles, peculiar clusters of blobs, symbols of power, their purpose not known. Carved from organic material, lasting longer than us. Five thousand years ago, wild berries and herbs in the scrubland, uncultivated, the deer and seabirds, the virgin forests. Walking takes us back in time, colliding with the present, cutting into it, revealing, uncovering. They buried themselves, as nature eventually would have, the higher powers impending threats. Or something more sinister.
Fran Thomas