112. Madness.
When he gazed at the next structure, his mind froze for a split second; it was all too familiar to him, but it still seemed entirely different, and even though it had turned to face a different direction, he had just been there, it was.....
EARTH.
It had many golden rings around it that spun in different directions; sometimes the earth would turn black and then change to crimson red, light blue, break apart, finally fix itself, and the process would repeat itself. The rings around it were always turning and spinning slowly...or so it seemed, because when he looked closely, he could see a thin layer of golden hue forming around the earth for each respective ring, and those thin layers were just after images of the rings spinning at extreme speeds.
"...." Vassago could only stare at the majestic structures in awe.