monolith - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The monolith was a great silver sail within a brindle blue-cream haze.
The monolith stood there as if it were the gateway to another dimension, an entirely new vortex of spacetime.
The monolith was always in summer, no matter the season that was in the world. For it was a diplomat, an ambassador of heaven, and thus its land and reality was of its own making.
The monolith was to silver what the sun is to light, there was a brilliant power to it that entered the consciousness as though through a sense humans were unaware they possessed.