I strain at the stars at night, in order to decipher the sigils etched in the vacuum, to read the fate that is coded it the cosmos. I search for God's signature, to learn how to read the lexicon of the Logos, yet I'm illiterate, and uninitiated in celestial scribe's calligraphy. I am blind to the meaning of symbols carved by seraphs in the heavens.
I dwell in the Garden alone... This is not Eden, it is the land of Nod, an endless dream without escape, where the fruit of the tree of knowledge is rejected. There is no Serpent imitating the Seraph, there is no Devil I can banish. The fruit of the Tree of Life has all been devoured, given promiscuously by the priests until there was none left for me.
I search the prophecies, but no Seer ever saw behind this veil.
@HariSel57511397 I hope the secret project wasn't making crystal to pay for the anime adaptation of The Last Human but the thumbnail suggests otherwise.