Monarch Print

Across many lands the hollow earth is celebrated.
The ancestral realm.
Evil is not its name.
There seems to be a misunderstanding based on time, and historical ignorance.
Though through generational veneration
We welcome tradition.
For those shall see the skull and honor the time that has come.
It has brought you to where you are now.
In the physical, our eyes limit us.
Into believing only what we see.
What is left are these bones.
However that is not the end.
The illusion of time will continue.
I remember you.