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 of mankind, which is its tragic essence
Death and the necessary anguish that accompanies it

These words echoed without form
Sempiternal

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