The crew led by the beautiful blonde Captain Hornet Jackson shuffled to the frozen rails of the stricken vessel all heads were raised to the heights, starting at the top and coming down slowly. When just about level with the deck of the boat, a warehouse door, so it appeared. A black outline appears on the ice panel of the pyramid structure, indeed this was a door in the iceberg. Pulling apart ice cracking crystals, falling from the base, a white cavern that seemed to go on forever. Revealed with no sign of instruction, the crew fell back first mate Ivan Illumine sent Morse codes as far back into the white space as he could, hoping some form of intelligence would resonate with this method of communication. History in deafening silence and in slowest motion, black dots were returned in an understanding fashion. But no pictures proffered themselves to the frozen Nordic buccaneers of the Antarctic landscape.
By Mason Cult Poet
Mason Cult Poet was born in Westmorland in the Lake District in a farming engineering community. On one side of the family many portions of nobility mainly the Stuarts. Mason Cult did as the herd does and went through the education process. attended drama school and ran small businesses. The stigma of mental health issues blighted him as it does with all creative people, was diagnosed in 2011 with a form of Asperger’s Syndrome which can impair executive function however it has given him a higher sense to see what others do not and from this ability he concludes the world is controlled by esoteric forces and that other interventions operate steering the world we know ro a new beginning.. What we witness we are forced to challenge and the work of Mason Cult assists this