The Monolith

Everything stood still.

The night sky was a deep black-blue, no longer tainted by the radiant colors of the setting sun.

The stars were only beginning to emerge, but the full moon had already appeared in all its

pompous glory. The blades of verdant grass that covered the landscape, illuminated in the pale

moonlight, stood still, as if petrified, in the peaceful night air.

In the middle of the stillness stood a towering monolith, a strange spectre in the night. It was an

incredibly ancient relic, shrouded in mystery and seething with unanswered questions.

Albert waded through the tall blades of grass towards the stone behemoth, disturbing the

stillness. His mind was burning with thoughts. He had seen the monolith in his dreams. As he

had approached the stone, it had seemed to have some unfathomable significance. It had

enveloped him, dragging him towards it. He had touched the stone, and it had begun to crumble

before his eyes, revealing something beyond it, something that he felt he had to see and know.

Now, as Albert stood several yards away from the monolith, the peaceful grass and night sky

seemed to turn into a blinding, dizzying whirlwind of questions and answers that crept close, as

if to taunt him, and suddenly zipped out of sight. The world was becoming a chaotic storm of

indecision. Albert took several more shaky steps towards the haunting relic. He felt on the verge

of something that would change his life. Thoughts came into his head in a torrent. His hand

reached out carefully, and the tips of his fingers came into contact with the dusty stone. The

hysterical whirlwind spun faster and faster, and Albert let out a groan. He was tormented by this

mystery that he feared he would never solve. A few specks of dust fell, and Albert became even

more tense.

All of a sudden, a breeze picked up, and the grass rustled loudly. Albert looked away from the

monolith and took a deep breath. The whirlpool spinning around him stopped. Everything in the

real world had remained peaceful and still, yet his mind had been drowning in emotion.

The most fearsome chaos is the chaos that can appear in one’s own mind. Albert thought.

Maybe that was the true secret - and warning - of the monolith.