Wandering in the starry desert night between monoliths of solidified time, like pylons of blue glass pitted by the passage of ten million years. By one pillar stands a caribou, shaggy and dark, antlers spread like the branches of a tree, and a tiny coloured frog squats on the cold sand by it's hooves. Inside the pillar, half seen behind the cracks and scars of time, is a chimerical creature - a lion, then a snake, then a rooster, then-
"What is this?"
A raven, marked with old dried blood fading on the claws, settles on the caribou's antlers.
"This is the New American Century"