THE TOWER
The queen of the moon looked down upon the civilians of earth. Earthlings as it were. All was in a state that needed much change. Look. The boxlings had set up the construction of cubes placed within rooms where the earth people dwelt. “this is not well” said the queen to her guardian. “see how these earth people leave not their place of shelter and yet they sit to ponder the light that these cubes produce and the messages contained therein.” The guardian nodded in agreement. “yes.”
“therefore a gathering must take place to lead these people out of this strange catatonic stasis. These people need a sound. A sound to counter this other sound, the sound the cube doth produce.”
The guardian listened to the statements which on the moon were decrees and again agreed. “yes.”
“I say that it is you who must find the book that will tell you where it is that this gathering must take place. And I say also that when this gathering occurs, at night when this moon can be seen fully shall it take place. Now go and make the gathering a festivity.