The Wonder of What

Written by MacT09

Welcome to a landmark called What, a land that is shaped by experience and opinions. One of five fingers, yet simultaneously being a question that entangles an entire hand of speculation and doubt. What is it that you have found, oh what indeed? Do you even understand the implications of a treasure that is only a seed? A terrible longing, for what mysteries have you lost and found? Mysterious lands move beneath your feet, yet you know not what makes your heart downcast with a dreadful frown. Ever reaching heights to unknown depths, yet what these depths are can never be known or given rest. Nature rises and falls through the waves of indifference and disparity, yet what you are is still seeking that which has always been. Many Whats have come and gone, yet one of these Whats remains elusive to your gaze. Perhaps it is more than one What, indeed it might be three. A single Triangle in the sky forms a circle that is invisible but also seen. Clouds rise and fall, yet we know not what drives them onward. Water gives them form, yet what guides the water? Light and dark clash and flow like torrents in an ocean, yet what this mystery could be is unknown to all but three. What have you stumbled into, little child of dust and will? What do you think you will find in this realm of turbulence that also remains still? Worlds of wonder and majesty, of grieve and iniquity, move all around the dirt that gives you form. Despite the answers that confront your senses, the question of what remains entangled like a vine around your eyes and heart alike. So many questions grieve your soul, yet the question of What reached out to you first. What could such a question be doing in a creature such as yourself? As with this question and many others that follow you, more questions must be asked. In the end, do any of these questions really matter if the answers can never be found? Only one and three can give deeper answers to questions that are beyond profound.
What are we?

Purpose / Function

Of all the words that haunt Carpus, purpose is by far the most fearsome and damning thing to ever exist. Some may say otherwise, yet I wonder if they have considered the true power of purpose as it weaves itself into every desire and drive known and unknown. Do we dare explore the ramifications of a word that can never really be known? Perhaps it is better to leave its true meaning to the one who made it so...

Sensory & Appearance

Do you see that which can never be seen in full? So many views on that which is forever hidden yet is also known to be so. What tears poor from my soul as this question is revealed to you. To contemplate the question of What is to crave the very essence that is life himself. May this wonder never leave you as it has never left me. Be still, and know that such wonder will show itself in due time.

Alterations

Countless iterations of this wonder pollute the true meaning of that which is truly What. Made not of stone or metal, but of desire and will that transcends the deepest mysteries of time and space. Rising to the deepest heights as it falls to the highest depths. All become one within this monument of What. It's strange how simple words could make such things as this, yet what is any world without words to describe it? Majesty becomes nothing if nothing can be said of it, yet there are not enough words that can give true adoration of that which was, is, and always will be. What say you?

Architecture

Curves of waves and twilight converge in invisible ways to give rise to that which can be seen. What are we really living in, dear explorer? Can you tell the difference between what is real and what is not? All roads lead to the same conflict of interest where that which is what is meshed and woven into countless interpretations that can never coexist. What holds the key to lifes most important questions?

History

Waves change gradually and suddenly as water shifts across time and space, yet the ocean itself remains. Light and darkness both have their time, yet time itself outlives them both. Around and around we go as endless cycles abound too and frow. What is the truth?

RUINED STRUCTURE
The destruction of What started at its own first When.

Founding Date

That which became What started not with itself, but with When

Type

World wonder

Parent Location

Carpus

Dilemma by Tyler Berthoff