*3.14...**

Now I know a place abandoned, an earthy scene, yet eerie. Abnormal sabotages through condensed air to sea; banished late, erases my slates, once and for eternity. Yet my evening complexes words with my thoughts, creating what I conceived through a vision. Disturbed, but conscious; entranced, yet… burning light?  A new color spectrum, no! Please anonymous, analyze this euphorium…




*3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693993751058209749 <--Pi digits I used
**for 0 I used any amount of letters as I desired