RSVP

It’s fascinating how one thing can appear much like another.

Mimicry, of course, is common in nature.

And apparently, a large crowd of dignitaries singing wedding hymns, when filtered through the acoustics of St Paul’s Cathedral, is remarkably similar to an ancient Sumerian summoning ritual for Nyarlahotep.

The more you know.

After that fateful day, it’s remarkable how much the sky resembles the sickly green of an alien sun, simple shadows appear as ghoulish faces staring at us from behind ruins, London town the corpse of a city long dead… even though everything is normal.

I swear. Nothing. Has. Changed.

—–

This story was from the prompt ‘The traditionally British sounds of ululating women at the Royal Wedding at St. Paul’s cathedral’.