you pluck another pedal from the flower. in front of you, the sky widens and the abstract shape of an island begins to form. there is a sense of mystery in the air. the ground below you shakes as the great monolith manifests an imposing form. you look down and realize there is no longer a ground beneath you, you are suspended, hovering like a dragonfly, gazing upon the sight before you. the monolith finishes its formation, and its unknowable form is emblematic of your cosmic insignificance.
approach the monolith?