It began early in the morning, in a land shunned by all sane beings for it's unpredictable nature. Yet not all people are as prone to sanity as others, hence some people went there. How unfortunate, isn't it? This place is an unnamed cave, where no sun ever shines, and rain clouds cover the sky. The rain clouds are that much of an inherent part, that I, personally, can't imagine the cave without it. Some caves have been inhabited by people who have left paintings in there, which is the case for our very cave too. Some paintings cannot be erased, and just stay there forever. Some paintings cannot be erased, neither do they fullfill any purpose other than to make the viewer of it writhe in pain.
Every paintings has at least one viewer at some point in time. They only exist as long as there is somebody to view them, otherwise they disappear. Some are drawn with care and joy, some are drawn in a state of agony. In my opinion, all paintings should be erased and luckily nothings bears forever, so the rain lets them fade away into the realm of nonexistence, which will erase not only themselves but the fact that they ever existed in first place as well.
As people evolved, this certain cave evolved top and turned into "Babylon". Whereas the cave was an unpleasant place, Babylon is too, but in a less coherent way. It got more structure and the more structure it got, the less coherent it became. In the end all the viewers spoke in different tounges and those paintings, although they were paintings, they were still the product of lingual thought and therefor were barely understood as well. It was a disaster.
"O Babylon, O Babylon", they said, all in their own tounge, which was, of course, completely different from everyone elses. "O Babylon, O Babylon", they thought, all in their own tounge, which was, of course, completely different from everone elses. "O Babylon, O Babylon", every single soul saw it appearing at the sky in the form of, well, everbody saw something else and nobody could tell each other what they saw, because it was nothing lingual. In despair they were forsooth and as the pain-bringing paintings appeared, the people disappeared into the abyss. "O Babylon, O Babylon" said the last one of them before fading away in the abyss, and being forgotten in the very same moment he faded out.
