This Landscape Sublimates Oblivion to Obliteration

I’ve remained a thousand years floating in oblivion I look around: remnants, remnants and dust. As the blight came they burnt it all. Cleanse the corrupted! Then it occurs to me what the Gods, jaded, resigned, already during the age of their twilight, told me: "Science will never be able to cure the fundamental ill that harbors the spirit mankind, which is its tragic essence: death and the necessary anguish that accompanies it." 
 Thеse words echoed without form, sеmpiternal. Behold! The horizons... they get lost into the eternity of these wastelands. The bells rang three times and only then I did understand their distance. I've never been here