“
The noise creeps in, a storm of interference
The Sleeper Giant ignores it
Deteriorating data-fog, sweeps all around him, lashing at his
lines, contorting his figure
He stomps forward in a continual loop, thick heavy steps, slow
strides, tearing thru the low pass gravel mess
DISTORTION REIGNS SUPREME
—the noise croaks, a heavy wave of static hits…
The Sleeper Giant ignores it…
he keeps walking, crushing his soles into the ground harder,
stomping his way toward the hills… but the hills will never get
closer…
“DISTORTION REIGNS SUPREME”
