Then according to the man who showed his out stretched arm to space, he turned around and pointed; revealing all the human race.
I shook my head and smiled, whispered, knowing all about the place:

On the hill we view the silence of the valley, called to witness cycles only of the past. As we reach our peace with movements in between the sands of time. Close to the Edge, down by the corner. Close to the Edge, just by the river. Seasons will pass you by...

I get up.
I get down.