# terra nullius an abstract encounter in which to consider the mythic lore and strange narrative surrounding and arising out of (the concept of) an ancient super-massive smart concrete flyover of infinite span: a vast overpass set in an ontological desert wilderness devoid of life except for giant manta rays a few lonely crows and a hallucinogenic blue fungus which grows in the skeletal eye sockets of long dead giant unknown humanoid creatures apparently it was traversed by orderless ascetic medieval monks for contemplative purposes who walked it's endless lengths in a state of silent uncanny wonderment until they died of sheer fascination upon which they were unceremoniously thrown over the side they also climb up the huge support columns with bare callused hands in obsessive attempts to reach 'higher' levels - a feat which often takes months - and whenever they fall they awake on several highly frustrating 'lower' levels than ir fellow travelers. this is made more difficult by accumulated piles of wind blown sand at each support base (actually sand colored plastic nurdles) remarkably a picture of this was megastructure was discovered by hypermodern researchers in a dusty / legendary illuminated codex dusty and scratched with paper texture and time - a pale grimoire for evoking the undying according to initial interpretations of the book's heavily codified texts and marginalia the monks invented a bizarre story that the overpass exists to transport immense sentient machines of cosmic war themselves on an epic quest of spiritual redemption in a somewhat foolhardy line of research players plan to call out to the medieval dead monks and allow ir ghosts to enter ir bodies on the astral plane in order to be transported to the overpass (note the appearance of the skulking "skull king" in the logo) no food or water is needed. to walk the "terra nullius" is simply to be immersed in troubled appreciation of incorporeal architectural foreboding - to witness the slow sounds of the blood warm wind and the lethargic whale-like song of the giant rays which echo blankly off the dull smooth hard sides of this inconceivable and out-landish concrete forest - a quietly uncultivated and introspectively barbarous un-territory // republic of bob