Not much has changed.

Everything is still covered in dirt.

Not even a magnifying glass can see through it.

History has a way of repeating itself,

but who would notice if the truth was never recorded in the first place?

The foundation was not built.

It was stolen.

Traded, and bled upon.

Many spirits rest here,

So watch where you’re standing.

This isn’t the place to leave a footprint.

Your story wouldn’t be told correctly anyways.